Piano Concerto no. 5 in E flat major 'Emperor', Op. 73 - II. Adagio un poco mosso

People in the city dancing cheek cheek. Some of them stay for the day and others Stay all week. They'll move back to the country When their money's all been spent. The city soaks it up Like it was heaven sent. Slingshot. I'm working in the factory, morning, Noon, and night. Money don't go far these I Just can't make it right. Taxes go to government. I can't see where it's spent. It's keeping me awake at night, Worried about the rent. Slingshot. Money makes the world go 'round, the stocks go Up and down. But none of that will end Up on the streets of my hometown. They drive past on the motorway. I see 'em on the train. And when they spend their money, The answer's just the same. Slingshot. I'm off to buy my new guitar, they make Them 'round the block. The wood, it comes from Asia, but there ain't Much left in stock. Worker's pay is going down. The boss is from abroad. The profit from my new guitar Won't pay their bed and board. Slingshot. Slingshot. Slingshot