Lyrics:

Theres an empty seat on the train today that makes its way up to the town
There a letter found on an office desk thats finally handed round
It says Julian Sidebottom William Smyth has finally come to his senses
Hes tired of commuting tired of computing tired of sitting on fences.

He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money dont matter
And theres more to life than doing whats right
Hes going down down down Successs ladder
Hes going down down down Successs ladder.

He wants to do something for his childrens children something to remember him by
And nobody wishes they spent more time at work when they finally lay down to die
And hes downsized and analysed his last bottom line no longer will he be hard hearted
Hes going to paint pictures of the Isle of Skye until the undersigned is departed.

He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money dont matter
And theres more to life than doing whats right
Hes going down down down Successs ladder
Hes going down down down Successs ladder.

So the years went by and Julian was forgot and one day his tea boy made it to the boss
And to brighten his wall he hung pictures sometimes one of them the Isle of Skye strangely unsigned

He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money dont matter
And theres more to life than doing whats right
Hes going down down down Successs ladder
Hes going down down down Successs ladder.
Hes going down down down Successs ladder
Hes going down down down Successs ladder.