Nice Things Are Nice

I know you're already a wealthy-ish guy

But think of what that condo money could buy

And I'd open up Bob's Beach Burgers and Fries

Oh, nice things are nice

Uh-uh

Not interested

Your own private island

A million eye patches

(No, I don't think so)

A gold swimming pool

To hold all of your cashes

(No, sorry, Bob)

I'd hire real waiters who all have mustaches

(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)

Oh, nice things are nice

Soon you will see

Just how nice life can be

When you start raking in condo people's money

Ooh, I love this dress

Does it come In size three?

Uh-uh

Okay, six?

Uh-uh

Okay, ten?

Oh, nice things are nice

I'm chained to Mr. Goiter

(Gene and Louise:

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

In hopes that they don't destroy her

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Okay, it's not a her

But I really really wanted it to rhyme

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa)

A legion of servants all at your command

An army of tigers

Like you always planned

I could buy my own missiles to launch at Englaa...

Ah, ah, never mind

I'm not telling

My sophisticated burgers

They would understand

Oh, nice things are nice