Part one
Ice in his veins,
Stone of a heart.
No love of the world,
As he rides in his cart.
Why does he hate
This world that surrounds?
Does he save up his malice
To unleash on the town?
Alone in his house
He sits, does he weep?
What kind of pain
His company keeps?
I’ll ne’er understand
The man made of stone,
He’ll never understand me.

Part two
Noodles for brains,
Too soft a heart.
He smiles at me
as I pass in my cart.
Why does he love
This world that surrounds?
Does he save up his madness
To unleash on the town?
In his too crowded house
He sits with his friends.
Never does he worry
How he’s going to meet ends!
Does he not care
How much money he gives?
Poor as a pauper,
That’s how he lives.
I’ll ne’er understand
The fool made of gold.
He‘ll never understand me.