From the recording Writing my book again
Lyrics
I wanna skip my ol’ backyard
On a platinum credit card
Buyin’ all kinds of crazy things I don’t need
I want an 18 foot long car, With a TV & a spa
Ain’t no excess I don’t desire to exceed
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I wanna live the life I wanna dream the dream
I wanna come apart at the seam
I wanna get some out of it life for the hell of it
Livin’ beyond my means
I want a woman I can’t afford
I’ll trade her in whenever I get bored
& I won’t give a damn what people might care to say
I wanna big house & a yacht
I wanna be a big shot
I won’t let a little thing like poverty get in my way
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I wanna live the life I wanna dream the dream
I wanna come apart at the seams
I wanna get some out of it life for the hell of it
Livin’ beyond my means
Don’t wanna know the price I wanna roll the dice
I wanna live a life of extremes
In a fool’s paradise, Livin’ beyond my means
I can just book it all up on the never, never
From what I’ve seen to strike it rich
You just have to be a little bit clever
solo
Well I’ll be on the lamb for a bit
Then I’ll be able to go legit
Cos I got my eye on a whole new kinda racket
I’ll build a company like a rock
Then syphon assets & dump the stock
& Bugger of to Spain with a big fat packet
Chorus