| There’s smart new art to robbin' on the highway
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| That’s hackin' up the banks
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| An' a shakin' up the skyways
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| It’s a new ambition
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| It’s a brand new craze
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| And I have to tell you boys
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| That supercrime pays
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| Well baby’s got the heroin hidden in her cashmere
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| She’s flyin' on a Tristar from Hollywood to Kashmir
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| She’s gonna be the star of an international terror
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| Now she’s flyin' to the stars
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| Cos the bomb went off in error
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| Wow, oh yeah
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| Shakin' in my blue suede shoes
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| Wow, oh yeah
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| A wop bop a lu la bop
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| Dancin' to the super crook blues
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| Well the billionaire boys
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| They want a billion dollars
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| They’re the billionaire sons of society and scholars
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| They’re gonna join the boys of fame and wit and glory
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| They’re gonna write a book
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| And they’re gonna sell the story
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| Well there’s money in rape
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| And there’s cash in terrorism
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| As sex crimes shown on network television
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| They’re laughin' in Gstaad
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| And they’re laughin' in Marbella
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| Investin' in a factory and forests in Malaya
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| They’re gonna laugh aloud
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| And they’re gonna get away
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| Well I have to tell ya kids
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| That supercrime pays
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| Chorus to end |