Story Behind The Song

A brief look at the seedier side of life; lust, greed, indifference, some of which the main charactor sees in himself.

Lyrics

Bottom feeder (Babe!)

I'm a bottom feeder, Babe! I take what rolls downhill.
I ain't askin' for the brass ring to fall; I don't think it ever will.
Looking up at the sunlight hurts my beady little eyes.
So I'll stay down low and, Hey!, who knows?...
I might peck out your eyes.

I'm no social climber. A work-out makes me mean.
I will pick up the crumbs that fall from your plate.
Bide my time. Sit here and wait with a beer.
Sooner or later what's left of you sinks down here!

I ain't got no aspirations. I never saw the sense.
The deck is stacked against me. I was born inside a fence.
The word is I'm a low-life. You ladies think I'm dirt.
But I always have the last laugh...looking up your skirts.

I'm no social climber. The work-out makes me mean.
I will pick up the crumbs that fall from your plate.
Bide my time. Sit here and wait with a beer.
Sooner or later what's left of you sinks down here!


Words and Music by Ken Dixon
Lonely Llama Music
BMI