Lyrics Millionaire - The Crimea

Millionaire

You could be a millionaire
Just take a bath and cut your hair
You could be a millionaire
Better wake up now, sleepyhead
You’re always gonna be there, a space invader in my hula hoop head
I’ll always be your milky bar kid, your desert island disc
just as long as the big hand, chases the little hand
The tree where we carved our names, is all that remains
You could be a millionaire
Just brush your teeth and say your prayers
You could be a millionaire
A circle in a world of squares
You’re always gonna be there, a space invader in my hula hoop head
I’ll always be your milky bar kid, your desert island disc
just as long as the big hand, chases the little hand
The tree where we carved our names, is all that remains
We could be millionaires
We could be millionaires
You’re always gonna be there, a space invader in my hula hoop head
I’ll always be your milky bar kid, your desert island disc
Just as long as the big hand, chases the little hand
In heaven or on terra firma, we lost the argument