[Verse 1]
I think the tea leaves could be right
I think it's gonna be fantastic
Fishing silver from the drains
Biting chocolate on the trains
Cash flow situation's tight
But we can shove it all on plastic
Sucking honey from the trees
Pulling money from the breeze
[Chorus]
What you want of me and what I want of you are just the same
Doesn't matter that in seven months I've never asked your name
Down beneath the blankets, where the treasure's buried, we'll be millionaires
Don't touch the light switch or the bubble bursts and leaves us in mid-air
[Verse 2]
There was someone else, it's true
But it never ever felt right
It was always on the rocks
Since she changed the locks
Yeah that's her on this tattoo
But it isn't even spelt right
Never dabble with the quick
After drowning in the drink
[Chorus]
What you want of me and what I want of you are just the same
Doesn't matter that in seven months I've never asked your name
Down beneath the blankets, where the treasure's buried, we'll be millionaires
Don't touch the light switch or the bubble bursts and leaves us in mid-air
[Break]
[Bridge]
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Let for hair down for a change
We'll have everything and more
What are you waiting for?
[Verse 3]
We'll take what we can get
Double cream from every step
Pore through all the literature
Practicing your signature
Yellow bricks will pave the way
All aboard the gravy train
It's a better man who gets it all for free
You can do the maths
This way down the primrose path
Iron gates will open wide
Bodyguards will step aside
Clever-clogs will run away
Lazybones will turn to clay
It's a bitter man who pins the blame on me
[Outro]
We'll take what we can get (You must think I)
Double cream from every step
Pore through all the literature
Practicing your signature (Was born yesterday)
Yellow bricks will pave the way
All aboard the gravy train
It's a better man who gets it all for free
You can do the maths (You must think I)
This way down the primrose path
Iron gates will open wide
Bodyguards will step aside (Was born yesterday)
Clever-clogs will run away
Lazybones will turn to clay
It's a bitter man who pins the blame on me