Hands off, Mister Ten Percent! We've got a gig tonight! Ha! Do you think we're gonna pay your rent? Working for you 'til the end of our life!
Your stories of success and fame Have turned the eyes quite wet, yeah! And striving for a better life… We filled your money bag!
A big Mercedes A house on a hill A week in Sweden And we're paying the bill!
We paid your dinner But not for long As we get thinner Taxis, hotels So on, and so on…
Hands off, Mister Ten Percent! We've got a gig tonight! Ha! Do you think we're gonna pay your rent? Working for you 'til the end of our life!
At first you took ten, tomorrow it's twenty! The more we give the more you want, ha! How could you think that you're still a friend? It might be fifty in the end!
Iv) Roundabout
(instrumental)
V) Lucky Girl
Aren't you a lucky girl! Living in your tiny world Doing what your mama told you You will never think about you
Doing what your mama told you You will never think about yourself
When you came home late from school Your daddy's acting like a fool Have you dropped your smaller toys Playing in the game?
Have you dropped your smaller toys Playing in the game With all those bigger boys?
We came into town On a hot summer night When I caught your eye
Dressed like a queen Prettiest picture I've seen On our lonesome ride
Don't you think I still long coming down Making love to you?
When we ride on tomorrow I know I'll find someone new So look what you do!
Weren't you a lucky girl? Never tried to fake your world Doing what your mama told you You will never think about yourself
About yourself…
Vi) Million Dollars
Pictures in the local zoo Ready for the interview Painted face in different colours Dreaming of a million dollars
The dreams are torn The game is over for you All things have changed But what comes next?
All illusions Have disappeared But we have to live on For another forty years
Left alone On your own Do you fear my dear… Who's going to work for you For the rest of your life
Imagine what you've done for us And what you get instead Spend the days with good-time girls And you talking all our bread
The dreams are torn The game is over for you All things have changed But what comes next?
All illusions Have disappeared But we have to live on For another forty years
Left alone On your own Do you fear my dear… Who's going to work for you For the rest of your life