RICH GIRL

She wakes up early every morning
In the bed that she was born in
Lives in a dream of sugar and cream
She's a rich girl, poor little rich girl
Only knows what to say

And they treat her oh so gently
Keep her locked inside the Bentley
Crowds are nervous, servants serve her
She's a rich girl, poor little rich girl
Only knows what to say

Oh, tell me, girl, what I am made of
Are you more than just a shade of
Deeply drowning blue, are you?

And she lives her life of leisure
Dreams of a man that's made to measure
Wedding bells and wishing wells
She'll get a rich man, straight-up-down man
Who only knows how to pay, play

Ah, papa, mama
De quoi s'agit-il?
Qu'est-ce que c'est des escargots?
La beefsteak purée la violon?
Ou loulou lourd, sanglant, menstruel?
Ah, mes chers parents stupéfiés
Rêvez-vous? Rêvez-vous?
Prendre la banane, c'est dur

Prendre ma banane, c'est tout
Prendre ma banane, c'est un poisson
Prendre ma banane, c'est un pirate
Feel my ban-banane
Feel my ban-banane
Feel my ban-banane
Feel my ban-banane
Feel my ban-banane
Come on, baby, feel my ban-ban-ban-ban-na-na-na
I'll use, I'll use it, I'll use it, I'll use it, I'll use it

Ban-ban-ban-b