Lyrics:

2014
Writer(s): Ian Anderson

Where did it come from, where's it going?
Upper sixth loan shark, numbers flowing
From the pen that never forgets
Recording ledgers, each-way safe bets

Fauntleroys and first form fags, allowances all overspent
Pater's guilty generosity safely deposited against rainy day

There's money in those goddamn hills
Interest in sugar-coated bitter pills
Margins made from Tompkins Minor
Float aspirations, nothing finer.