If you want to have a nightmare, I'll tell you where to go
This fat-cat in a Cadilac passed my way an while ago

I guess he is known as a businessman. A swine with a big money roll
He collects my rent yet he returns again in a week or so.
He is wearing yet another fat-cat vulgar suit
and informs me to get out right way. He enjoys being such a brute

I could not imagine what I had done, sitting on my porch,
So i inquired and he flared up getting redder than a torch
I guess he had somehow been forced to part with a precious dollar,
or maybe he had indigestion, which caused fat-cat to holler.

What ever the case, he's devoted, to burning people like me
which enables him to live on a hill and watch his colour TV.
He eats his steaks and caviar because he ignores my leaky sink
and the garbage in back gets higher, it all tickles fat cat pink.

He counts all the money he's made. Made at my expense
and somehow he gets away with it. Of this there is no sense.
Cuz tomorrow he can have a good time, and go out on the town.
Meanwhile the fly trap he rents us, is rapidly toppling down.

He rushes around all day, making deals that  don't come out right
It amazes me how a pig like him can go home and sleep at night.
He won't plant lawn anywhere in the yard; The suggestion would cause him to shout.
But he believes he'll improve this place by kicking my kids and me out

Oh the life of a capitalist slumlord and his money all safe in a vault
Makes me wonder why I'm not protected, and he's not  forced to an immediate halt
But I am just a tenant who must abide his on-the-spot rules
even though they make no sense, and are among his ludicrous tools.
Anyhow, I'll be moving my things out soon,  leaving the dump behind
 and hoping I never again run into a creature of his kind.