Lyrics:

Her treasured chest was sunken
Equally cursed and blessed
In her Versace dress
Too eager too impress

A vision filled her soap sud hell
Twin tub on spin
Lets all her daydreams in
And how she wants away from him

She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire

High street prams
Chariot scene from Ben Hur
Push chair rage
A customised roll bar cage
Will help baby come of age

So what's in the pram
Is it teen death?
Bazooka the check-out queue
There's no need to argue
About who was in front of who

She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire

The ad begs 'Buy bottled water'
But we know that it tastes of piss
Should be getting our tampons free
DIY gynaecology

She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire