You've come up in the world
And it's all to your credit
You made something of your life
Like you always said you would
But whatever happened to the girl I used to know
And all those halcyon days of love
You've come up in the world
And it's such a shame
You made a success of a dream
But it seems so empty now
With your weak excuses and
Your condescending ways
And all to frequent nights alone
I've come down in the world
And it's all to your credit
You made something of my life
But you've thrown it all away
For your books and your fancy talk
Your new-found friends and all
Your theories on mankind and society

Writer : CLIFFORD T. WARD
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group