Stinking Rich

[Spoken Intro] Bullshit [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] 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? [Verse 6] 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