Luxuries

Your uncle's scandals shook the house of lords Your daddy's squeezed out as Chairman of the Board No more doctors write you no more 'scripts No more intercontinental trips No more luxuries No more luxuries No more crystal pistols up your nose The dry cleaner wants money on the clothes The Rolls Royce, my dear . . . need it be said? If I were you I would think "Mo-Ped" Refrain: No more luxury . . . No more luxuries And all you are left with is me Left with me Left with me No more luxuries You gotta do it in a whole new way But I'm gonna make a vow to stay We gotta eat it off the floor a while You don't even have a phone to dial Do it in a whole new way, Honey, that's the price we pay