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A Toast to Me
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Take charge
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Lyrics
I have a large house
I have a very large house, oh yeah
I've got a very, very large house
it's a large house, yeah.
Come in and I'll pour you some liquor, oh
let's toast to me and then we'll get a bit thicker!
We'll get a bit, we're gonna get a bit thicker!
Let's toast to me, let's toast to me, let's drink me down!
I have an air-conditioned office
I own an air-conditioned office
a very air-conditioned office
I feel so cool in my air-conditioned office.
I like to skim the New York Times in the morning
I like to skim the top layer off my grande lowfat chai.
I like to skim along the highway in my roadster
I like to skim the top layer off the company account.
I use words like they were money, I don't care about the Kurds
you might think that the angle of my collar is absurd.
I speak in polyrhythms, I dream in Japanese
people rush to offer tissues when they think I'm gonna sneeze.
But something's missing in me deep down inside
there's a space I need to fill.
Let's fill it with a Porsche, let's fill it with a pill
or how 'bout a vacation to the beaches of Brazil?
I will plug the hole inside me, I'll consume until I'm old
and I won't need bones to hold me when my body's full of gold.
I have a very large house, oh yeah
I've got a very, very large house
it's a large house, yeah.
Come in and I'll pour you some liquor, oh
let's toast to me and then we'll get a bit thicker!
We'll get a bit, we're gonna get a bit thicker!
Let's toast to me, let's toast to me, let's drink me down!
I have an air-conditioned office
I own an air-conditioned office
a very air-conditioned office
I feel so cool in my air-conditioned office.
I like to skim the New York Times in the morning
I like to skim the top layer off my grande lowfat chai.
I like to skim along the highway in my roadster
I like to skim the top layer off the company account.
I use words like they were money, I don't care about the Kurds
you might think that the angle of my collar is absurd.
I speak in polyrhythms, I dream in Japanese
people rush to offer tissues when they think I'm gonna sneeze.
But something's missing in me deep down inside
there's a space I need to fill.
Let's fill it with a Porsche, let's fill it with a pill
or how 'bout a vacation to the beaches of Brazil?
I will plug the hole inside me, I'll consume until I'm old
and I won't need bones to hold me when my body's full of gold.
