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Your uncle's scandals shook the house of lordsYour daddy's squeezed out as Chairman of the BoardNo more doctors write you no more 'scriptsNo more intercontinental tripsNo more luxuriesNo more luxuriesNo more crystal pistols up your noseThe dry cleaner wants money on the clothesThe Rolls Royce, my dear . . . need it be said?If I were you I would think "Mo-Ped"Refrain:No more luxury . . .No more luxuriesAnd all you are left with is meLeft with meLeft with meNo more luxuriesYou gotta do it in a whole new wayBut I'm gonna make a vow to stayWe gotta eat it off the floor a whileYou don't even have a phone to dialDo it in a whole new way,Letras de cancionesHoney, that's the price we payYour necklaces have turned to centipedesThey slowly crawled away . . .And the bar is empty and there ain't no waiterThe ice all melts in the refrigeratorThe dead meat dripsOn the asparagus tipsThere's no more luxuriesYou're left with meNo more, no moreThere's no more luxuriesThat article on you in InterviewIt was dropped for a feature on Monaco's ZooCalvin called, he wants his hand-made vestAnd it's snip snip to your American ExpressNo more luxuriesNo more luxuriesAnd all you are left with is meJust me, mon cheriNo more lunching out at "21"What you get now comes inside a bun"see'est la vie," the color TVThat's gone too, but I'll stay with youRepeat Refrain From Letras Mania