V.I.P.

I’m a Very Important Person
I park in the V.I.P
And when I go to the bathroom,
I go in the V.I.P toilet
And when I wanna change a lightbalb,
I don’t do it myself… Oooohhh no…
I have a technician
Cause I’m a V.I.P
I’m a V.I.P
I’m a V.I.P
I’m a V.I.P
Now, as I began to become a V.I.P,
I forgot what I’ve become a V.I.P for
I began to grow accustommed to people saying
«Right this way sir… drinks are on the house…»
Flight attendants on airplanes saying:
«Please…Really, I don’t wanna bother you sir, but it’s such a pleasure to
have you on board.
May I have your autograph for my daughter?»
«Yeah baby right after I go to the toilet
I’ll give you a couple of’em
Cause i’m a V.I.P!»
Now, one thing about V.I.P is, is they never seem to be alone
Ooohh no!
The «true"V.I.P must travel with an entourage!
People who say «Right on boss»
Cause it’s a V.I.P!
Right on boss
I’m a V.I.P!
As I began to realise that I had gained V.I.P status,
worries began to creep in
What if one day, I woke up, and I was no longer a V.I.P?
No more good tables at the restaurants…
No more strange women smiling and approaching me on the streets…
No more top notch booty
No more entourage to say «Right boss»
I began to have nightmares
And in my nightmares, I was just a fucking nobody.
Laying at the beach, imagining myself being a VIP!
Just like I was before…
Hearing the applause in my head
Beautiful warm embraces of superior members of the female gender…