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de Warrant

(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 [?]

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