Cash in your life

Cash in your life



Giannano Pasta Bar, rah, rah, rah,
Becks, Budvar, Labatts and Sol,
Down new Goodge Street doll.

The way to go, city life, ainit grand,
Chalkin it up, knockin it back,
Strollin down the strand.

You gotta get buzzed,
In the big shmoke,
Creamin, creepin, dream choke.

Laughing and screaming,
Followin crowd boulevard,
Through Neals yard,
Round past Smiffys,
To the green park,
Where busking beards,
Leer at passing crowds.

Slimline soccer socks,
Ten pa'nda box,
Taint gonna break the bank.
And madam tu you,
Bran spankin new,
Lez do a deal,
Cumon board an tell me.
Wat tyer feel ?

An turn to find,
Signs to the big sounds,
Magic shows, movie hounds,
and street smells,
Ground ginger lingers
from chinatown.



Harrods, Connection, and the Queens own trinketeer,
Come and see it, come and live it -
do it here,
Cash in your life,
Have no fear.
They're all behind you,
Jealous of your greed,
Sucking on your tales,
Snorting-carreer-speed.

I knew you would.
Come on in, bath in sin,
Chew on flesh, drink of blood.
City life, ainit grand,
Take and shake
The dead mans hand.