>We're always on the outside
>On the outside, always looking in
>We never know how fortunes are made

>For the sun, when it shines,
>finds us still in the shade
>We're always on the ebb tide
>But we'll keep on trying till we win
>For we know some day we're gonna be on the inside
>Instead of the outside always looking in

>We're very ordinary people
>We never make any fuss
>We're the easy going kind
>If you look around you'll find
>There's a million like us

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>Hey Mister with a million pounds and kind of nervous indigestion
>Rich mister, with everything in life, I'd like to ask just one question:

<Why you silly so-and-so with all your dough
<Are you having any fun?
<Whad'ya gettin' out of living?
<What good is all what you got if you're not having any fun?