AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

I know I’m not elegant
Watching where my money’s spent;
My landlord still wants the rent.
Hell, I’ll never be chic.

I’ll never be as square as Sloane.
Mortgage? I can’t raise a loan.
Public transport brings me home.
Aw hell, I’ll never be chic.

Tax man still on the hunt,
I’m just ahead of the blunt
Edged sword of the government.
Who know I’ll never be chic.

Maybe I’m a novelty
Proposing peaceful philosophy,
But I think you know what I mean
When I say I’ll never be chic.

If I’m a child of the world,
Why is my parent bought and sold.
What other children are so cold?
No. I’ll never be chic.