| Got no books in my house, got no time for those
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| No room in my closets, closet’s full of clothes
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| Garage full of wheels babe, boat house full of boat
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| The lifestyle ideal babe, that’s what gets my vote
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| All the Villa’s on the hillsides, gotta have a view of the sea
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| Villas of the empire, way back in history
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| They have slaves for the galleys and the kitchens
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| Gardens and the vines slaves for the beautiful people
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| Bring water food and wine
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| A slave to tie your bib, another one to carry it
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| So now I’ll take my crib, I dig my chariot dig my crib
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| And my long black Cadillac coming forth to carry me home, dig my crib
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| And my long black Cadillac coming forth to carry me home
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| England calls me vulgar, I’d call myself refined
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| Good bye old England, Simon’s off to sunny climes
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| Look who’s doin it now babe look who’s doin it now
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| Look who’s doin it now babe look who’s doin it now
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| Always was an early bird, with something on the side
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| Better buy this better buy that, let that baby ride
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| Out here every day it’s hot, and I’m talking to my men
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| Working this working that, working on my master plan
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| A slave to tie my bib, another one to carry it
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| So now I’ll take my crib, I dig my chariot dig my crib
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| And my long black Cadillac, coming forth to carry me home, dig my crib
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| And my long black Cadillac coming forth to carry me home
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| Now here’s the hot-tub, here’s the gym
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| Here’s the pool that I swam in
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| Up the stairs my footprints led, to the bedroom to my bed
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| Up the stairs my footprints led, to where I lay my bosom head
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| Sleep the long sleep of the dead
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| I’m and early bird that’s what I said
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| Early bird, early bird
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| Ooh! |
| I’m an early bird |