D.R.F.S.R. lyrics

(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.1  

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.

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 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 insulate 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 a fuckin' [quarter?...]

1. A reference to lines from a children's nursery rhyme, Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross: "...Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, / And she shall have music wherever she goes."