Rich Boy Songtext
von Dylan John Thomas

Where did the days go
When we would lay low
You used to be so modest
I used to be so modest
It′s shameful, the innuendo
The painting of a goddess, the breaking of the promise
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Her father wants that rich boy to take her out
That rich boy couldn't give her no fun
Her father wants that rich boy
Rich boy to take her out
I think I′ll make a move of my own
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Where did the days go
When we would lay low
You used to be so modest
I used to be so modest
It's painful
But in the end though
This culture's been abolished, the picture needs a polish


Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Her father wants that rich boy to take her out
That rich boy couldn′t give her no fun
Her father wants that rich boy
Rich boy to take her out
I think I′ll make a move of my own
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh
Her father wants that rich boy to take her out
That rich boy couldn't give her no fun
Her father wants that rich boy
Rich boy to take her out
Her father wants that rich boy to take her out
That rich boy couldn′t give her no fun
Her father wants that rich boy
Rich boy to take her out
I think I'll make a move of my own
Your father wants that rich boy to take you out
That rich boy couldn′t give you no fun
Your father wants that rich boy
Rich boy to take you out
I think I'll make a move of my own