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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