From his brilliant DVD 'So Live'. Enjoy (: Lyrics: He looks at me intensely Eyes-sparkle, contact-lens green with artificial envy Cocks his head and fixes me with a condescending stare Flicks his bleached, blond tipped hair And theorises thus You know what I reckon? Pause for effect Adjusts his tackle as if it's semi-erect I figure I'd better give him what I know he expects What do you reckon? A hand on the shoulder An avuncular wink Sips his lemon drink Spits out the pips Hands on hips Licks his lips Like a wolf near a flock Yet again adjusting this fantasy cock He delivers his philosophy I reckon it don't matter It don't mean squat What you earn or what you got Or the style of your hair Or what you wear It matters not I mean what do you care That I live on a hill with views of the beach That my chick and my dogs have an en-suite bathroom each That I've already reached my first ten million and I'm only 36 You're as thick as two bricks If you think you can fix What is broke in your life with money And the funny thing is And I shit you not I would give it all up like that He leaves me to ponder his wisdom for a bit And with a click of his fingers Beckons the blondest, bimbo-est barmaid And grinning ridiculously Orders a G&T And a beer for me And before I can escape He's back saying Cos mate, the thing is All of that crap It's all superficial It's all just a front I mean anyone can be a rich cunt But the thing we all want Can't be bought with dosh You know what I mean boss <b>...</b>
