In this city, I confess
(What is the measure of your success?)
I am driven to possess
(What is the measure of your success?)
Answer no one, let them guess
(What is the measure of your success?)
Are you someone I impress?
(What is the measure of your success?) 
I am a big boss
With a short fuse
I have a nylon carpet and rubber shoes
And when I shake hands
You'll get a big shock
You'll be begging for mercy
When the champ is through
You'd better believe I'll put the clamps on you 
In this city, be assured
(What is the measure of your success?)
Some will rise above the herd
(What is the measure of your success?)
Feed the fatted, leave the rest
(What is the measure of your success?)
This is how we won the West
(What is the measure of your success?) 
I am a safebox
I am the inner sanctum when the door locks
I own the passkey
You say you can't take it with you?
We'll see about that, won't we? 
Push...push...push 
In this city, I confess
God is mammon, more is less
Off like lemmings at the gun
(What is the measure of your success?)
I know better, still I run
(What is the measure of your success?) 
I am an old man
And the Word came
But you can't buy time or a good name
Now when the heirs come around
Like buzzards on a kill
I see my reflection in their envious eyes
I'd watch it all burn
To buy another sunrise
Some men find the fire escape
(Push...push...push)
Old men learn it all too late
Push...push...push the alarm
Old McDonald's bought the farm
(What is the measure of your success?)