Hey there sweetie. Dont I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... Theres a smile. A little shy, arent we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, Im sorry Youve seen me on TV, Im Mr. Money Now you want someone to hold you And call when youre in town Someone to calm you and confirm you Well, Im here... ...to let you down Cause outside these sexy cars And far from my trendy bars Behind these smiles... ...maybe go someplace... ...And sunscreen... ...more quiet, where we could... you know... talk! ...And Live the Dream!s... ...and get to know each other... I am cold! ...no? And mean! How about a ride in that Bentley up front? Its yours isnt it? Ill be a good girl, I promise! ...or bad... ...whatever you like! Daily Finance thats me in the Armani Got Three Mercedes 350, two Ferraris I Could have bought a Third World country With the riches that Ive spent But hey All modern economics claim that I deserved Every single cent And the one time Im the lesser half Is when we split the tab So heres to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, heres to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress... But most of all... Heres to Me! Heres to Me! Heres to Me! There will be nothing left... So... Heres to Me! Oh baby, baby Heres to Me! Ill take care of you Heres to Me! There will be nothing left... Nothing left... ...for you If youre looking for fulfillment A Kingdom and a Crown A Paradise of Free Rides I am here... ...to let you down Ill get you the sexy cars And a taste of divinity A glimpse of the Stars Immortality But then Vanity Will leave you dried and scarred Thats right, oh, give it to me! Heres to Me! Oh baby, baby Heres to Me! Youll take care of me Heres to Me! To me But then when its silent And the lights from the bars go down I need comforting Cause somewhere there deep inside Feelings of loss arise And I hate to lose! They say its lonely at the top Then Im as lonely as can be But I am not too sorry You see, Ive chosen this company I got myself a winning team Its Me, Myself and I You bet its lonely at the top old friends And Im here today to tell you suckers why! Dea Pecuniae! Dea Pecuniae Money rules... They claim that I get paid for my big Responsibility But hey, you know... That is just a lame excuse For my egocentricity They say that were really the same you and I And I truly do agree You see Just like me You live for me Until the day you die And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility To all of you who suck it up and pay my debts To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environment Or the poverty Well, maybe not more than marginally anyway Good for you! And you know what? Heres to you... And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy For those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy I salute thee you poor bastards cause you all nod while I sit at your table So lets raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times cause after all, lets face it thats the only thank you you will ever get So come on now raise your glasses! Heres to YOU There will be nothing left no! Nothing left... ...but money
here, hey, pecuniae, glass, baby