It Turns Your Head Around

Well you know me, I’ve got it made
With my silver ball and chain
I eat caviar at least twice a day
Drink my champagne in the rain
My daddy’s never here
Mummy’s such a dear
Brother’s on the game
He says it helps keep the blues away
Turns your head around
Well you know me, I’ve got it made
On a solid golden plate
I’ll bleed from you but you won’t get it from me
What I want is what I take
My best friend’s such a bitch
She’s got the seven year itch
My sister’s just the same
But me, I could drown in pink champagne
Turns your head around