text: The Chanel, the Dior and the Prada
  Take it home, make a fire in the garden
  Sundance kids, so godless
  One day it’s gonna be not like this
  Black sand on all our beaches
  Witchcraft, split lip and a bee sting
  And what I really wanna know is
  Do I look like a fool?
  Cause I must be a fool
  To hold on to precious metals like I do
  Do, I do
  To hold on to precious metals like I do
  I do, do
  The Chanel, the Dior, and the Prada
  Give my best to the ones that are bothered
  Take a flight trip to Jakarta
  All the kids at the shows make it louder
  All of the feelings and all of the tears are going
  All of the secrets and all of the schemes that dont go my way
  I wish you would come back, didn’t want to run back
  Come back, bet you want to come back
  And I’ll find you
  Do I look like a fool?
  Cause I must be a fool
  To hold on to precious metals like I do 
  Do , do , do 
  To hold on to precious metals like I do 
  Do , do , do 
  Ah, ah, ah
  Ah, ah, ah
  Ah, ah, ah