Oh, darling,
Every day seems longer,
'Cause I ain't got you,
Maybe if I'm stronger,
I can make this dream true,
I want to be your rich boy,
Buy you diamond toys,
Drive you in my car!
Champagne and caviar!

We'll have money to burn,
Money to burn some day!

Don't you ever worry, baby!
Your brown eyed boy won't change,
I may shine a little brighter,
But we'll dance just the same.

I want to be your rich boy,
Buy you diamond toys,
Drive you in my car!
Champagne and caviar!
We'll have money to burn,
Money to burn some day!

You wanted a big shot!
I'm a bullet,
I'm a gun!
I got a trigger,
You can pull it when you want.

We'll have money to burn,
Money to burn some day!

I'll sell those star maps,
Sing in the subway,
I'll work a burger stand,
And save my pay,
Get a job parking cars,
Wash up at a restaurant,
And, maybe,
I'll have money some day!

We'll have money to burn,
Money to burn some day!

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BAYLEY COOKE, JASON EDWARDS