Stinking Rich

Bullshit

Yeah, one day I'm gonna be rich and glamorous

I'll drive my friends around in a golden bus

I'll buy my mum a fancy dinner, buy my dad a new TV

Take my buddies to the pub, all the drinks will be on me

And I won't be late on bills, and I won't be late on rent

I'll take my girlfriend camping in my thousand-dollar tent

Ooh, yeah

I'll buy some fresh new clothes, ones without any holes

Not only will I own a fridge, but there'll be food in it

I'll buy a nice house on a big block of land

That backs onto the ocean and I won't give a damn

If you wanna come and stay, I'll be glad to put you up

There'll be room to lay your head and lots of juice to fill your cup

Ooh, yeah

I'll buy ten Big Issues from my local vendor

Donating to charity will be on my agenda

I'll tip the buskers notes, I'll take a hobo on my boat

Instead of Emu Export, we'll drink Mountain Goat

And if you need a lift, I'll take you anywhere

To the Kingsbury shops or the Republic of Zaire

I'll drop you off in Harlem and we can dance to jazz

Or if you're feeling gutsy, we can stop in at Alcatraz

Oh, yeah

Yeah, one day, I'm gonna be so damn wealthy

I'll have a doctor living downstairs, making sure I'm healthy

One day, I'm gonna be stinking rich

I'll have a fucking robot just to scratch my fucking itch

Yeah, I'm gonna have so much money

Looking back on these dole days is gonna seem pretty funny

I'll buy a football team, I'll start the world's best pie shop

All of my ice creams will have a cherry on top

And speaking of cherries, I'll buy a whole farm

I'll pay my workers well, just enough to keep 'em calm

But I'll probably get bored and get a cocaine habit

I'll go to Amsterdam and fuck prostitutes like a rabbit

And gamble in Las Vegas, and lose all of my money

And end up in the street with nothing but a memory

Of the time I was so damn wealthy, ah-ooh

Yeah, what I would give to be stinking rich

I just itch, I just itch, I just itch

Yeah, I just need a couple of bucks

Can you please help me, sir?

Can't you see I'm down on my luck?

You'll see me selling The Big Issue on the street all afternoon

You'll see me busking on the corner, and drinking sacks of goon

I'll dream of shiny yachts 'til I remember what I got

Just a pair of shoes with holes in 'em and a big old soggy box

But that's alright, I just remember what I've got

I just remember what I've got

I just remember what I've got

I just remember what I've got

I just remember what I've got

I just remember what I've got

I just remember what I've got