The Bitch Is Back
Elton John

I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back
Eat meat on friday that's alright
I even like steak on a saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do's
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my god, what's that
Oh it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back