(elvis costello/aimee mann)
There's no charity in you
And that surprises me
I guess i thought you were a golden idol
'cause i called you majesty
On the balustrade
You watched me hunt for tips i was obliged to pick up
From the passing trade

Chorus:
Hey, kids--look at this
It's the fall of the world's own optimist
I could get back up if you insist
But you'll have to ask politely
'cause the eggshells i've been treading
Couldn't spare me a beheading
And i'll know i had it coming
From a caesar who was only slumming
Hey, kids--look at this
It's the fall of the world's own optimist

Well, i could have objections
Which you could override
But what's the point--we're only flogging the horse
When the horseman has up and died
Once i testified
And swore i'd never leave a stone unturned--
I bet you're really glad that i lied

Chorus

Hey, kids--look at this
It's the fall of the world's own optimist
I could get back up if you insist
But you'll have to ask politely
Yes, you'll have to ask politely
Yes, you'll have to ask