BREAKING THE LAW


Got a big villa in the south of Spain
British customs trying in vain
Get him back to face the judge
Only coz they gotta grudge
Wonīt fly back to London town
Coz he is too busy getting brown

 He ainīt never made nothing
 Out of beeing poor
 Heīs just making a living 
 Out of breaking the law

Winter months skiing in cloisters
Lots of champange feeding on oysters
Drives a big roller horse in the frame
With all this money itīs never the same
Celebrity friends the funnever ends
Lifeīs too short to spend, spend, spend 

 He ainīt never made nothing
 Out of beeing poor
 Heīs just making a living 
 Out of breaking the law

Early days cheating up in the city
Ripping off punters and showing no pity
With a few million prayers been received
Sod the poor bastards whoīs been deceived
Donīt give a damn what they say
When all they did was pay, pay, pay

 He ainīt never made nothing
 Out of beeing poor
 Heīs just making a living 
 Out of breaking the law

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