There's an empty seat on a 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 Smythe
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
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
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 up his wall he hung pictures sometimes
And 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
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
