Monaco - Natasja, Bukki Blæs

Stor villa med pool og jacuzzi

Og en kæmpe fed bimmer, jeg kan cruise i

Ny båd og ridetøj fra Gucci

Ja, man har vel lov at være juicie?

Egen kok og sommerhus i Monaco

Spiser brunch i mit penthouse i Tokyo

Juleaften på mit vinslot ved Bordeaux

Hvis bare havde nogen penge på min konto

Hvis bar' jeg havde nogle penge, var jeg sikkert glad

Så ku' jeg sige, lige hvad jeg ville på min plade

Så ku' jeg få en caffé latte til mit ugeblad

Og gå i spabad og pleje min facade

Jeg ku' tag en shoppetur i indre by og spille bred

Og købe sko og blomster og alt det der ballade

Jeg ku' skide på parkeringsbøder — slippe for at vade

Jeg ku' invitere tøserne på fin og lækker mad

Jeg ku' score en model og knalde himmelsengen ned

Og holde fin housewarming i min nye lejlighed

For så at tage på NASA og blive sendt af sted

Og ende med at vade hjem fordrukken og ked

For jeg vil være millionær

Og jeg går og venter på at det sker

Jeg kan ikk' acceptere, at tingene er fine, som de er

— jeg vil ha' mer'

Stor villa med pool og jacuzzi

Og en kæmpe fed bimmer, jeg kan cruise i

Ny båd og ridetøj fra Gucci

Ja, man har vel lov at være juicie?

Egen kok og sommerhus i Monaco

Spiser brunch i mit penthouse i Tokyo

Juleaften på mit vinslot ved Bordeaux

Hvis bare havde nogen penge på min konto

Ku' penge gøre mig fri?

Jaja, hvis det er penge, du kan li'.

Hva' det for noget pis at si'?

Ku' penge gøre mig fri?

Jaja, hvad tror du selv, min pige.

Yo, jeg tror på drømmeri

Jeg tror, hvis jeg havde ti

Tyve, tredive eller hundrede milliarder, ku' jeg klar mig

Se livets gåder åbenbare sig — intet kunne narre mig

Og jeg sku' aldrig forklare mig (HAH!)

Jeg ku' købe et stykke af himmelen og gi'

Til dem, jeg ka' li', bruge min fantasi

Jeg ku' for altid være fri for RKI

Jeg ku' drive heksejagt på pædofile svin!

(Arh hva'?)

Jeg ku' købe regnskoven og papirindustrien

Og investere i lidt medicin

Købe Sudan og sætte mit folk fri

Købe alt deres olie og blive mere rig

Alt hvad du ka' drømme dig til

Det kan lande lige foran din seng

Og hvis du ikk' er fanget i dit eget spil

Så prøv at sætte din dør på klem

Aldrig glemme, hvad det er, du virkelig vil

Og hold igen med at kalde dem ven

Når eneste, de bruger dig til

Er at suge løs på dit talent

Du kan rejse rundt med cirkus i de trætteste byer

Og hvis natten bli’r til guld, så kan du hæve din hyre

Svæve jorden rundt på lyserøde lammeskyer

Men hvis drømmen bli’r til guld, så bli’r venner vampyre

Der findes tusind former for succes

Og nogle stjerner de vil aldrig blive tændt

Og du kan bruge millionerne nede på

Og nogle stjerner de vil aldrig blive glemt

Stor villa med pool og jacuzzi

Og en kæmpe fed bimmer, jeg kan cruise i

Ny båd og ridetøj fra Gucci

Ja, man har vel lov at være juicie?

Egen kok og sommerhus i Monaco

Spiser brunch i mit penthouse i Tokyo

Juleaften på mit vinslot ved Bordeaux

Hvis bare havde nogen penge på min konto

Hvis og hvis og hvis — og hvis min røv var spids

Ku' jeg købe glade dage for en billig pris

Men jeg ved jo godt, at sådan er det ikk'

Så jeg drømmer stille videre om lige præcis

Hvad ved jeg ikk' - jeg ved bare, jeg må ha' det

Alt det lir jeg ikke har, som jeg ikk' ka' fatte

Alt den platte overflod, der gør folk besatte

Ku' jeg tåle det — tror du, jeg ku' ta' det?

Ku' jeg virkelig drage nogen nytte af det?

Ville jeg vide, hvad fanden jeg skulle gøre med det?

Ku' det gøre mine tunge tanker lette?

Eller ville mine gode tanker blive slette?

Ved det ikk', men jeg vil være millionær

Og jeg går sgu og tror på, at det sker

Kan ikk' acceptere, at tingene er fine som de er

— jeg vil ha' mer'

Stor villa med pool og jacuzzi

Og en kæmpe fed bimmer, jeg kan cruise i

Ny båd og ridetøj fra Gucci

Ja, man har vel lov at være juicie?

Egen kok og sommerhus i Monaco

Spiser brunch i mit penthouse i Tokyo

Juleaften på mit vinslot ved Bordeaux

Hvis bare havde nogen penge på min konto

Large villa with pool and jacuzzi

And a giant fat bimmer I can cruise in

New boat and riding clothes from Gucci

Yes, you are allowed to be juicie, right?

Own chef and cottage in Monaco

Have brunch in my penthouse in Tokyo

Christmas Eve at my wine castle near Bordeaux

If only had some money in my account

If bar 'I had some money, I was probably happy

Then I could say exactly what I wanted on my record

Then I could get a caffé latte for my weekly magazine

And go in the hot tub and care for my facade

I could take a shopping trip in the inner city and play wide

And buy shoes and flowers and all that fuss

I could 'shit on parking fines - avoid wading

I could invite the girls for fine and delicious food

I could score a model and knock down the four-poster bed

And keep nice housewarming in my new apartment

Then to go to NASA and be sent off

And end up wading home drunk and upset

Because I want to be a millionaire

And I'm going to wait for that to happen

I can not accept that things are fine as they are

- I want 'more'

Large villa with pool and jacuzzi

And a giant fat bimmer I can cruise in

New boat and riding clothes from Gucci

Yes, you are allowed to be juicie, right?

Own chef and cottage in Monaco

Have brunch in my penthouse in Tokyo

Christmas Eve at my wine castle near Bordeaux

If only had some money in my account

Could money make me free?

Well, if it's money you like.

What the hell is that to say?

Could money make me free?

Yeah, what do you think yourself, my girl.

Yo, I believe in dreaming

I think if I had ten

Twenty, thirty or a hundred billion, I could handle

See the riddles of life reveal themselves - nothing could fool me

And I'll never explain myself (HAH!)

I could 'buy a piece of heaven and give'

To those I ka 'li', use my imagination

I could be free of RKI forever

I could do witch hunts on pedophile pigs!

(Arh what '?)

I could buy the rainforest and the paper industry

And invest in some medicine

Buy Sudan and set my people free

Buy all their oil and get richer

Everything you can dream of

It can land right in front of your bed

And if you're not caught in your own game

So try to put your door ajar

Never forget what it is you really want

And stop calling them friends

When only, they use you for

Is to suck loose on your talent

You can travel around with circus in the tiredest cities

And if the night turns to gold, then you can raise your rent

Soar around the earth on pink clouds of lamb

But if the dream turns to gold, then friends become vampires

There are a thousand forms of success

And some stars they will never be lit.

And you can spend the millions on it

And some stars they will never be forgotten

Large villa with pool and jacuzzi

And a giant fat bimmer I can cruise in

New boat and riding clothes from Gucci

Yes, you are allowed to be juicie, right?

Own chef and cottage in Monaco

Have brunch in my penthouse in Tokyo

Christmas Eve at my wine castle near Bordeaux

If only had some money in my account

If and if and if - and if my ass was pointed

Ku 'I buy happy days for a cheap price

But I know that's not the case '

So I quietly dream on about exactly

What I do not know - I just know I must have it

All that I do not have, which I can not comprehend

All the flat abundance that makes people obsessed

Could I stand it - do you think I could take it?

Could I really benefit from it?

Would I know what the hell I was going to do with it?

Could it make my heavy thoughts light?

Or would my good thoughts be erased?

I do not know, but I want to be a millionaire

And I go damn well and believe that it happens

Can not accept that things are fine as they are

- I want 'more'

Large villa with pool and jacuzzi

And a giant fat bimmer I can cruise in

New boat and riding clothes from Gucci

Yes, you are allowed to be juicie, right?

Own chef and cottage in Monaco

Have brunch in my penthouse in Tokyo

Christmas Eve at my wine castle near Bordeaux

If only had some money in my account