So he rode across the country in a squad of limousines
So he gallops through the pages of a thousand magazines
Here's the guitar in his hand; here are the women by his side
the fresh-f***** friend, the bus ???? b**ped badly?
giving head through that long ride
and here's the monster in his hair, all the young girls knew was there
and they loved him fiercely for it, Millionaire
The scene it opens somberly
a black and burnt out scar across a whole entire country
and here comes the child star
his striding eyes on fire through a broken blazing field
he's close to tears, eyes all sincere with all the
influence he wields
He is entreating us, his cheeks all flushed, the dead wind in his hair
well we appreciate your efforts, Millionaire
Oh, MIllionaire! clap your hands, give a stunned and silent stare
Oh, Millionaire! strike a chord, smack a tom I just don't care
Bring a polished gong for the master now he's plastered,
now he's on the runway in his robe, having circled half the globe
For priests and politicians seeking wisdom he might share
they're all locked safely up inside that
Millionaire! say a toast with glasses raised into the air
Oh, Millionaire....he's much happier than you and he's a million times as rare
There's a glint up in the small eyes of the mouth upon the screen
between some teeth a speech repeated from the liquid crystal stream
in strides a smiling long-time rival, in a drab gray cotton smock
he's heard it all before-he says it's all just lies, it's all just talk
just this one time I will believe him, but I know it's a choice
and i'm aware, but just don't care, I sign my name i raise my voice
and fall disabling all alarmed overwhelmed by all his charms
into the warm arms of another millionaire.
So he gallops through the pages of a thousand magazines
Here's the guitar in his hand; here are the women by his side
the fresh-f***** friend, the bus ???? b**ped badly?
giving head through that long ride
and here's the monster in his hair, all the young girls knew was there
and they loved him fiercely for it, Millionaire
The scene it opens somberly
a black and burnt out scar across a whole entire country
and here comes the child star
his striding eyes on fire through a broken blazing field
he's close to tears, eyes all sincere with all the
influence he wields
He is entreating us, his cheeks all flushed, the dead wind in his hair
well we appreciate your efforts, Millionaire
Oh, MIllionaire! clap your hands, give a stunned and silent stare
Oh, Millionaire! strike a chord, smack a tom I just don't care
Bring a polished gong for the master now he's plastered,
now he's on the runway in his robe, having circled half the globe
For priests and politicians seeking wisdom he might share
they're all locked safely up inside that
Millionaire! say a toast with glasses raised into the air
Oh, Millionaire....he's much happier than you and he's a million times as rare
There's a glint up in the small eyes of the mouth upon the screen
between some teeth a speech repeated from the liquid crystal stream
in strides a smiling long-time rival, in a drab gray cotton smock
he's heard it all before-he says it's all just lies, it's all just talk
just this one time I will believe him, but I know it's a choice
and i'm aware, but just don't care, I sign my name i raise my voice
and fall disabling all alarmed overwhelmed by all his charms
into the warm arms of another millionaire.