Your uncle's scandals shook the house of lords Your daddy's squeezed out as chairman of the board No more doctors write you no more 'scripts No more intercontinental trips
No more luxuries No more luxuries
No more crystal pistols up your nose The dry cleaner wants money on the clothes The rolls royce, my dear . . . need it be said? If I were you I would think mo-ped
Refrain: No more luxury . . . No more luxuries And all you are left with is me Left with me Left with me No more luxuries
You gotta do it in a whole new way But I'm gonna make a vow to stay We gotta eat it off the floor a while You don't even have a phone to dial Do it in a whole new way, Honey, that's the price we pay
Your necklaces have turned to centipedes They slowly crawled away . . . And the bar is empty and there ain't no waiter The ice all melts in the refrigerator The dead meat drips On the asparagus tips
There's no more luxuries You're left with me No more, no more There's no more luxuries
That article on you in interview It was dropped for a feature on monaco's zoo Calvin called, he wants his hand-made vest And it's snip snip to your american express
No more luxuries No more luxuries And all you are left with is me Just me, mon cheri
No more lunching out at 21 What you get now comes inside a bun C'est la vie, the color tv That's gone too, but I'll stay with you
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