| Les Nouveaux Riches |
| I could see that the sun it was deadly She's putting her hand in the fire Her velvety skin it was cooking Lily white, lily white turning to raspberry But when she slips in between the sheets tonight the memory will linger and burn And when she look at the face in the mirror What a terrible sight Lily white turning to raspberry (When it burns you rub on the lotion if it stings you sit in the ocean, oh no) Les nouveaux riches, when they tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine they set jet away, they don't get a kick, they don't get a buzz man they, talk in circles, they not for us oh Les nouveaux riches, when they tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean they hot foot away, they don't get a buzz, they don't get a kick man they, talk in circles they must be thick, a say tick dem a tick tick tick-a I could see that the guys were a hassle She tried to handle them cool But her interbreeding was showing tumbling out on the banks of the old swimming pool, oh oh oh So she buried her fears in a bottle the juices beginning to flow But her stiff upper lip it was trembling tripping her up, her words were beginning to roll Hush your mouth, you can't fool the natives telegraph, they's going to relay it, oh no Les nouveaux riches, when they tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine they set jet away, they don't get a kick, they don't get a buzz man they, talk in circles, they not for us oh Les nouveaux riches, when they tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean they hot foot away, they don't get a buzz, they don't get a kick man they, talk in circles they must be thick, a say tick dem a tick tick tick-a I remember the tears in her eyes She tried to hide them away But her time it was going too quickly Just another few days, she'll soon be flying away But her memory will stay here forever A time she will never forget All the sun and the sand and the water Such a beautiful place, she never got her feet wet No way, she keeping a cool head She got a tan, from under the sun bed, oh no Les nouveaux riches, when they tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine they set jet away, they don't get a kick, they don't get a buzz man they, talk in circles, they not for us oh Les nouveaux riches, when they tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean they hot foot away, they don't get a buzz, they don't get a kick man they, talk in circles they must be thick, a say tick dem a tick tick tick-a |