There's an exclusive club of these characters who flit from city-appointed job to city-appointed job always on the rise and always first out with their golden handshake loot at the first sign of trouble. I wrote this when me and 500 others were made redundant as a direct result of the ineptitude of a couple of them.
Lyrics
THE FAT CAT SONG
VERSE 1
There you sit on the inside, looking out
Do you ever wonder what it's all about?
All the raging and crying and worrying that goes on outside
And here I am on the outside, looking in
At the anxious faces on the terminally grim
And I have to smile at what you pay for what you call life
CHORUS
It's life, but as only you know it
You've got wealth, so you've got to show it
But what you got ain't worth a bean
When you're so poor inside
And you're right, you get what you pay for
But when money's all you live each day for
The worry of losing it all has just too high a price
VERSE 2
On the weekend you dress like a working man
But the dead giveaway is your soft, soft hands
Never used in anger, never used at all
But they sign your name to the mortal blow
That lays a family man down low
You don't need him no more
You can let him fall
CHORUS
VERSE 3
But why should you worry, you've really arrived
With your hand made shoes and your 4-wheel drive
You can buy everything, you don't have to bother to choose
But still you're unhappy and I guess that's tough
Sometimes too much is worse than not enough
Me, I got nothing at all, so I ain't got nothing to lose
CHORUS
