He's richer than Croesus, he's got bling up the ying yang, the best damn wife that money can buy, and a whole lotta heartaches when the sun goes down.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
I got a whole lotta friends who wanna help me spend my dough
I got a whole lotta yes-men to tell me what I want to know
I got a loft down in DUMBO, got a penthouse way uptown
I got a whole lotta heartaches, Baby, when the sun goes down.
When the sun goes down, sun goes down,
When the sun goes down.
I got a big Harvard lawyer to tell me how to fill my cup
I got a Viennese head shrinker to tell me why I’m so screwed up
I got Heidi Fleiss’s number when I wanna kick the gong around
I got a whole lotta heartaches, Baby, when the sun goes down.
When the sun goes down, sun goes down,
When the sun goes down.
I got bling up the ying yang, I got pie up in the sky
I got a whole lotta red hot women every time I wink my eye
I got the best damn wife that money can buy
Lordie, Lordie, Lordie, what’s the reason why
I got a whole lotta heartaches, Baby, when the sun goes down?
I got a gypsy woman, I got a mojo hand
I got a great big gaudy Rolex, cost me thirty-two grand
I got a big old stretch Hummer when I wanna cover ground
I got a whole lotta heartaches, Baby, when the sun goes down.
When the sun goes down, sun goes down,
When the sun goes down.
I got a mind to give up living, I got a right to sing the blues
I got the rockin’ pneumonia, I got the boogie woogie flu
I got the key to the highway, I gotta move to the outskirts of town
I got a whole lotta heartaches, Baby, when the sun goes down.
When the sun goes down, sun goes down,
When the sun goes down.
I’m the King of the Blues, I got a great big thorny crown
I got a whole lotta heartaches, Baby, a whole lotta heartaches, Baby,
I got a whole lotta heartaches, Baby, (2,3,4,5)
When the sun goes down.
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