Downey Burns
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welcome to the big time
we'll let you see how we live
but first you ought to know
how much we had to give
we sold our souls
feast your eyes on my jaguar
you think you need
one of these
a mansion and second home
a playboy bungalow
it's cold, the gold
all of my rings have fingers
diamonds and stones
the valets call me a player
i'm always on my phone
shirts, shoes and suits
smell of polo,
my gucci watch tells me who i am
and the silver spoon
and the man in the moon
each disappeared up my nose
welcome to the big time
we'll let you see how we live
but first you ought to know
just how much we had to give
we sold our souls
the gold is cold
and it's all i have to hold
gold is cold
and it will fill your soul
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