Before I Got Rich

Aww my broken hearts in pieces Encore, the baby’s applause increases Hurry up let’s leave Hurry up and we can beat the heat Come on, the tickets were dirt cheap For such a sad show from the box seats Seeming esteemed and squeezed It’s not like you know the feeling You see I’m a brilliant celebrity Who’d rather cry in my Mercedes Tweed pleated sleeves in the summer? Please Fine French-Canadian chic Sorry no time to sign things Who knows just what the night brings Blow them kisses, guess that this is goodbye Goodbye... I sneak down to the beach Hop my Camel yacht and sail southeast Drink all the wine, real three sheets Then Neapolitan ice cream Which is honestly the last thing I need You see the sugar gives me crazy dreams Boos and hisses, guess that this is goodnight Goodnight...