Songs

Summer house
The Queen is a friend
In-home planetarium
Private blimp
The ninth start-up is the charm
We're taking a tortellini tour of Tuscany

I've seen what the rich like to wear
And how they all do up their hair
Why is it called crudité
When it's just a vegetable tray?
They've all got a yacht, but a yacht I don't got
Not even a dinghy to name
Who is Dow Jones?
I'll leave it alone
And quietly walk away
A fish out of water, it's hard to believe
We speak the same language so diffеrently
But lucky for me, I brought along friends
My papеr and my pen
A fish out of water, it's hard to believe
We speak the same language so differently
But lucky for me, I brought along friends
My paper and my pen