Celebrity's Children

Chorus

Children of pop stars don't do nothin'

Children of film stars don't do bugger all

Celebrity's children lift two fingers

With Daddy's money life's a ball

I'm going to jump up, jump down

Jump back into bed again

Turn round settle down

Grab me forty winks

You can stuff the protestant work ethic

Wake me up in time for my bedtime drink

Who out there's gonna make my breakfast

Who out there's gonna make my tea

Who out there's gonna make my supper

I don't give a toss but it won't be me

Oh we want servants to wipe our bottoms

We want fans to clean our crap

We want the public to scrape and grovel

While we live in luxury's lap

I'm gonna wake up, lie down close my peepers

While you work 'n' dust 'n' clean

I'm gonna snuggle up, crash out, get little shut eye

Manual labours not my scene

Who out there's gonna work in my garden

Who out there's gonna dig my pool

Who out there's gonna build my patio

Don't look at me boy - I'm no fool

I'm gonna shut up, drop off, go to bye byes

Call me a spoilt and lazy sod

I can't say I'm particularly bothered

I'm going back to the land of nod

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