Too God For The Average Man - Blossom Dearie (布洛森·迪儿莉)

Written by：Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers

When russia was white

It was white for the classes

And black for the masses

Unfortunate asses

All wealth belonged to few

When England was Tudor

The king and his cronies

Had cocktails at Tony's

The poor had baloneys

And that's how England grew

Sing lah and huzzah for the poor folks

As long as the poor folks are your folks

Finer things are for the finer folk

Thus society began

Caviar for peasants is a joke

It's too good for the average man

Supper clubs are for the upper folk

Packed like sardines in a can

Through the smoke you get your check and choke

It's too good for the average man

Each poor man has a wife he must stick to

Men of fashion can be cocky

To be caught in flagrante delecto

Is much too good for the average monkey

All night parties drinking like a lord

Fit into our social plan

Waking in the alcoholic ward

Is too good for the average man

Fancy nerves are for the fancy class

Since psychiatry began

Neurostania isn't for the mass

It's too good for the average man

Rich old age can blossom like a rose

Plastic surgeons have a plan

Cutting up your face to spite your nose

It's too good for the average man

Lots of kids for a poor wife or dandy

Girls of fashion can be choosy

Birth control and the modus operandi

Are much too good for the average floozy

Psychoanalysts are all the world

Rich men pay them all they can

Waking up to find that he's a girl

It's too good for the average man