Got no books in my house
Got no time for those
No room in my closets
Closets full of clothes
Garage full of wheels, babe
Boathouse full of boat
The lifestyle ideal, babe
That's what gets my vote

All the villas on the hillsides
Got to have a view of the sea
The villas of the empire
Way back in history
They has slaves for the galleys and the kitchens
The gardens and the vines
Slaves for the beautiful people
Bring water, food and wine

A slave to tie your bib
Another one to carry it
So now dig my crib
And dig my chariot

Dig my crib and my long black Cadillac
Coming for to carry me home
Dig my crib and my long black Cadillac
Coming for to carry me home

England calls me vulgar
I'd call myself refined
Goodbye, old England
Simon's off to sunny climes
Look who's doing it now, babe
Look who's doing it now
Look who's doing it now, babe
Look who's doing it now

Always was an early bird
With something on the side
Better buy this, better buy that
Hey, better let that baby ride
Out here every day is hot
And I'm talking to my man
Working this, working that
Working on my master plan

A slave to tie my bib
Another one to carry it
So now dig my crib
And dig my chariot

Dig my crib and my long black Cadillac
Coming for to carry me home
Dig my crib and my long black Cadillac
Coming for to carry me home

Now here's the hot tub, here's the gym
Here's the pool that I swum in
Up the stairs my footprints led
Into the bedroom, to my bed
Up the stairs my footprints led
To where I laid my buzzing head
To sleep the long sleep of the dead
I'm an early bird, that's what I said

Your date has gone home
Now you're left on your own sweet own
Your tough-talkin' friend
Split on you in the bitter end
And you look like a fine thing
Jerry
Yeh you look like a fine thing Jerry

They say you're a star
That's what the boys all say you are
I don't see much Tv
So you dont mean shit to me
But you look like a fine thing Jerry
Yeh you look like a fine thing Jerry

They got a name for people like you
Yeh they do
And they got a name for people like me too
El Macho, El Macho

Now they want you to sing
Don't get shy or anything
The boys are all here
Gonna buy you another beer
'Cos you look like a fine thing Jerry
Yeh you look like a fine thing Jerry
El macho, El Macho

The barflies chatter
They don’t know any better
It doesn’t matter
You’re hanging on to a dream
To your own dream
They’re laughing and talking
One or two are clapping
But nobody’s walking
And you’re hanging on to a dream
To your own dream

Let them do what they do
Say what they say
It doesn’t matter anyway
Every heart in the room
Will belong to you one day

Let them do what they do
Say what they say
It doesn’t matter anyway
Every heart in the room
Will belong to you one day

A beer glass shatters
The bar staff clatters
It doesn’t matter
You’re hanging on to a dream
To your sweet dream
You don’t hurry, don’t worry
They’re going to know your story
It doesn’t matter
You’re hanging on to a dream
To your sweet dream

Let them do what they do
Say what they say
It doesn’t matter anyway
Every heart in the room
Will belong to you one day

I got shot off my horse
So what? I'm up again
And playing
In one of these
Big saloons on main
You can come up here
Take a look
Around these sinners' dens
You're only ever going to find
One or two real games
Nobody's driving
Me underground
Not yet anyway
But either on the strip
Or on the edge of town
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play

Yeah, you ought to stay
Right where you are
In sawdust land
It's probably the
Safest place to be
With your
Greasy little pork pies
And your shoestring hands
It makes
No difference to me
All those directions
Which we never took
To go our different ways
Who went and wrote
The oldest story in the book?
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play

Curl up inside
A boxcar dream
And disappear
With a couple
Low roller friends
You were never one
For trouble
So get out of here
I knew the game
Was dangerous back then
But nobody's breezing
Through these swinging doors
Just ups and walks away
Everybody has to leave
Some blood here on the floor
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play