18 Carat Man Of Means
I need some money to open doors
I won't bend over or lick your paws
You got me red, I'll get me black
My tar town checks come bouncin' backÂÂ
He wears my suit to make a good impression
He didn't come here for no mad concessionÂÂ
Don't rip me off
'Cause I'm a
Blue chip (Long hair)
Gilted (Weirdo)
Carte blanche, bona fide
18 carat man of meansÂÂ
My joint account goes up in smoke
Your drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' coke
Man, he's gonna be a star
Stick with him babe and you'll go far
I've said so baby, what you want of me
I'm already signed up to NSBÂÂ
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yehÂÂ
You laughed at me when I was down
You thought our Harry would devalue the pound
Worn out with you, yeh and I saw red
You're holding my hand, but you shake my headÂÂ
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
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This next song we're going to dedicate to a great American
organization. Tonight I'd like to dedicate this to our boys
in the FBI.
Well, wait a minute. It's hard to be an FBI man. I mean, first
of all, being an FBI man, you have to be over 40 years old.
And the reason is that it takes at least 25 years with the
organization to be that much of a bastard. It's true. You just
can't join, you know. It needs an atmosphere where your
natural bastardness can grow and develop and take a
meaningful shape in today's complex society.