Jet-Set, why can’t I be from the Jet-Set?
Jet-Set, I only want to be from the Jet-Set
I have perfumed my agenda
All my nights, scheduled
I go to those super-private clubs
And I rented a red convertible
With all that different people
I nudge what a smart guy
I have my pocket all holey
But at least I have a Rolex
I’ve succeeded
Jet-Set, why can’t I be from the Jet-Set?
Jet-Set, I only want to be from the Jet-Set
It is the dream of my life
A woman waiting for me on the hill
Forbidden lips, low cut dress
Me with my car, fogged windowpanes
Caviar, champagne, a sultry sax solo
And that skin, not to see
I want more
Baby please, change the channel
Jet-Set, why can’t I be from the Jet-Set?
Jet-Set, I only want to be from the Jet-Set
The show must go on, everything’s alright
What’s eccentric on above
Is ridiculous below
Jet-Set
Jet-Set
Jet-Set
Jet-Set
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