I need some money to open doors I won't bend over or lick your paws You got me red, I'll get me black My tar town checks come bouncin' back
He wears my suit to make a good impression He didn't come here for no mad concession
Don't rip me off 'Cause I'm a Blue chip (Long hair) Gilted (Weirdo) Carte blanche, bona fide 18 carat man of means
My joint account goes up in smoke Your drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' coke Man, he's gonna be a star Stick with him babe and you'll go far I've said so baby, what you want of me I'm already signed up to NSB
You laughed at me when I was down You thought our Harry would devalue the pound Worn out with you, yeh and I saw red You're holding my hand, but you shake my head
You're alright Yeh, yeh, yeh You're alright Yeh, yeh, yeh You're alright Yeh, yeh, yeh You're alright Yeh, yeh, yehTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
