Из альбома: Supertones Strike Back
Oi!
Pick it up!
Keep both my eyes transfixed on the prize
A high-rise under blue skies my piece of the pie
There's a hole in my heart that I know how to fill
That's to light my cigarettes with a hundred dollar bill
It's all about cashflow the California dream
To make the grade you gotta make the green
My friend I'm the champion I've no time for losers
Never ask for nothing 'cause beggars can't be choosers
Lookin' out for number one's a full time occupation
I'll give to me, myself, and I my own salvation
Some people try to tell me God can save me from my sin
God can take a number and I'll pencil Him in
Busy o' so busy got no time to search
My Sunday's are all booked I got no time for church
That's for those poor souls dry as a stone
God Bless This Child 'cause this child's got his own
Oh let my pride fall down I'm a little man
He who gets the most toys and dies is the winner
I'm livin' the high life with lobster tail dinners
My Lexus, my yacht, my gold chains and rings
There are a few of my favorite things
But most of all I keep my billfold the closest to my heart
House decorated with million dollar works of art
Roll with bigwigs they think I'm the man
But then I stop and look and think about how big I really am
Mammon is an unforgiving god so I cast him away
I live my life to God, not to get paid
Money can never save soul and I don't think I can
I look to God and I feel a little man