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Some wealthy ones like you laugh down on the common folk like me
And making bets to what degree a fool we are
From your rose-colored windows you see yourself above us
Standing in the mud gazing at the stars
But the rich and poor have in common the common cold
The heartburn and the heartaches and put our pants on just the same
Your wealth don't make you better
Babe, 'cause I can tread water, babe
As long as you think you can make it rain
While you got your raising girl and your diamond-studded world
I got pulled up on the hungry side of town
Cut my teeth on bacon rind, and ain't no hide as thick as mine
But it might be fun awhile to be your clown
So get your whip and do your thing and I'll run around the ring
Riding a white horse wearing armor, too
Ah, but I don't easy fluster, babe, I'll be your court jester, babe
But don't think you won't pay the fiddler, too
Back when you put your hand in mine, it was a shocking thing to find
Water hot, current strong and wet
You had me struggling for a time dangling on your line
But never fear, this fish will never fret
While you're playing with my mind
I'll be playing with your money, honey
As long as your account can stand the drain
I'll fan the flame and make it hotter '
Cause I think I can walk on water
As long as you think you can make it rain
I think if I hang around awhile and study your style
I'll come out a wiser man at least
'Cause the last time anyone as grand as you appeared
They looked around and found a brand new start up in the East
Ah, but I don't see no halo, just a little girl with a lot of gold
Wanting one more trinket for your golden chain
Well, you got a hot one hanging, kid, don't let 'em say you never did
Your best, be my guest, and make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain