D.R.F.S.R. 가사

(Dirty-rotten-filthy-stinking rich) Oh, oh, yeah Italian car as long as my street I wanna wear exotic animals on my feet Pretty rocks on my fingers Pretty bells on my toes Lots of caviar for my mouth Maybe I'll even pierce my nose Gimme, gimme just half a chance To lead you in this corporate dance And I'll be dirty-rotten-filthy-stinking rich Ha, hu, ha, hu, ha, hu! Sign it all in the palm of my hand Nothing gonna get in my way, you understand? I got a house, I got a jet I got a Rolls-Royce painted blue The only thing that's left is for me, babe Is for me to own you too So I say gimme, gimme just half a chance To lead you in this corporate dance And I'll be dirty-rotten-filthy-stinking rich I'm gonna have more money than you have ever seen Baby, I just want all the frills I'm gonna insilute my body in green (me too) I'm gonna light my cigarettes with hundred-dollar bills Oh, gimme, gimme just half a chance To lead you in this corporate dance Gimme, gimme just half a chance To take you on a hopeless romance And I'll be dirty-rotten-filthy-stinking rich Oh, yeah I'll tell you what I want, man! I want bank accounts and I want CDs And I want early-term rollovers! I want everything! Gimme, gimme! Gimme your fuckin' car, or I'll [?]