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There's an empty seat on the train today
That makes its way up to the town
There's a letter found on an office desk
That's finally handed round
It says Julian Sidebottom William Smyth
Has finally come to his senses
He's tired of commuting tired of computing
Tired of sitting on fences
He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money don't matter
And there's more to life than doing what's right
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He wants to do something for his children's children
Something to remember him by
And nobody wishes they spent more time at work
When they finally lay down to die
And he's downsized and analysed his last bottom line
No longer will he be hard hearted
He's going to paint pictures of the Isle of Skye
Until the undersigned is departed
He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money don't matter
And there's more to life than doing what's right
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He's going down down down Success's ladder
So the years went by and Julian was forgot
And one day his tea boy made it to the boss
And to brighten his wall he hung pictures sometimes
One of them the Isle of Skye strangely unsigned
He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money don't matter
And there's more to life than doing what's right
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He's going down down down Success's ladder
He's going down down down Success's ladder
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