I'm the guy in the old school tie
Up there at the top of the hill.
I made my money the old fashioned way
I got it in a will

My kids won't grow up spoiled brats
Expecting things for free.
They'll have to make it the hard way
They'll have to be nice to me.

I'm a Westmount Rhodesian.
Quite rightly ...
I'm a Westmount Rhodesian.

As the sun goes down behind the hill
And the gardeners all go home,
I sit and pet the family dog
And throw my accountant a bone.

Money can't buy happiness
When all is said and done,
But it sure makes being unhappy
A heck of a lot more fun.

I'm a Westmount Rhodesian.
Quite rightly ...
I'm a Westmount Rhodesian.
I'm a Westmount Rhodesian.

My wife and I are a well-dressed pair
As middle age closes in.
We're a conservative breed, I wear tweed
And she has corduroy skin.

I hear this talk about politics
And frankly, I don't care.
The way I see it, we're all here
Because we're not all there.

I'm a Westmount Rhodesian.
I'm a Westmount Rhodesian.
I'm a Westmount Rhodesian.