Lyrics

New Barbarians

Trip Rogers
Copyright 2002 BMI
From the CD Mainline


He's got a Japanese imitation of a German luxury car.
He's got a shoulder strap on his briefcase, he's a corporate rising star.
He gets attaboys from the Big Guy for keeping his cubicle clean,
and his frat brothers send him dirty jokes on the company's fax machine.

He likes G & Ts and Manhattans, with Martinis a distant third,
Swears he can tell the difference between shaken and stirred.
Once in a while he takes off his tie for a wild night on the town,
but his only pair of jeans say L.L. Bean, ?cause he can only dress so far down.

He's one of the new barbarians, one of the new elite.
He's just waiting for all of us peasants to get on down and kiss his feet.
He'll make sweeter ashes, he'll make finer dust,
?cause he's one of the new barbarians and he's a cut above the rest of us.

Two years out of college, he's already in the know.
Got a life insurance policy that he calls a portfolio.
He's got strong views on morality, except for the football pool,
and it goes without saying he goes to church, ?cause you can network in Sunday School.

He's one of the new barbarians, one of the new elite.
He's just waiting for all of us commoners to get on down and kiss his feet.
He'll make sweeter ashes, he'll make finer dust,
?cause he's one of the new barbarians and he's a cut above the rest of us.

Well, you can't forget your manners if you don't know what manners are.
He talks down to men his father's age who repair his house and car.
He's a side-effect of free enterprise, and that does not make him bad.
He's just the nightmare lovechild Rush Limbaugh never had.

He's one of the new barbarians, one of the new elite.
He's just waiting for all of us regular guys to get on down and kiss his feet.
He'll make sweeter ashes, yeah, he'll make finer dust,
?cause he's one of the new barbarians, he feels sorry for the rest of us.