| I could see that the sun it was deadly | |
| She's putting her hand in the fire | |
| Her velvety skin it was cooking | |
| Lily white, lily white turning to raspberry | |
| But when she slips in between the sheets tonight | |
| the memory will linger and burn | |
| And when she look at the face in the mirror | |
| What a terrible sight | |
| Lily white turning to raspberry | |
| (When it burns you rub on the lotion | |
| if it stings you sit in the ocean, oh no) | |
| Les nouveaux riches, when they | |
| tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine | |
| they set jet away, they don't | |
| get a kick, they don't get a buzz man | |
| they, talk in circles, they not for us oh | |
| Les nouveaux riches, when they | |
| tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean | |
| they hot foot away, they don't | |
| get a buzz, they don't get a kick | |
| man they, talk in circles | |
| they must be thick, a say tick dem | |
| a tick tick tick-a | |
| I could see that the guys were a hassle | |
| She tried to handle them cool | |
| But her interbreeding was showing | |
| tumbling out on the banks of the old | |
| swimming pool, oh oh oh | |
| So she buried her fears in a bottle | |
| the juices beginning to flow | |
| But her stiff upper lip it was trembling | |
| tripping her up, her words were beginning to roll | |
| Hush your mouth, you can't fool the natives | |
| telegraph, they's going to relay it, oh no | |
| Les nouveaux riches, when they | |
| tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine | |
| they set jet away, they don't | |
| get a kick, they don't get a buzz man | |
| they, talk in circles, they not for us oh | |
| Les nouveaux riches, when they | |
| tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean | |
| they hot foot away, they don't | |
| get a buzz, they don't get a kick | |
| man they, talk in circles | |
| they must be thick, a say tick dem | |
| a tick tick tick-a | |
| I remember the tears in her eyes | |
| She tried to hide them away | |
| But her time it was going too quickly | |
| Just another few days, she'll soon be flying away | |
| But her memory will stay here forever | |
| A time she will never forget | |
| All the sun and the sand and the water | |
| Such a beautiful place, she never got her feet wet | |
| No way, she keeping a cool head | |
| She got a tan, from under the sun bed, oh no | |
| Les nouveaux riches, when they | |
| tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine | |
| they set jet away, they don't | |
| get a kick, they don't get a buzz man | |
| they, talk in circles, they not for us oh | |
| Les nouveaux riches, when they | |
| tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean | |
| they hot foot away, they don't | |
| get a buzz, they don't get a kick | |
| man they, talk in circles | |
| they must be thick, a say tick dem | |
| a tick tick tick-a |