daddy’s range rover Lyrics by Becky Hill
You pretend to be in my class
And I’ll pretend to be in yours
I feel so rich and expensive
While you pretend you grew up poor
Just ’cause your daddy worked in showbiz
Got you a job with his old boss
I bet you didn’t even notice
The opportunities you got
Excuse me, sir
I say class and you say class
Are you gonna dance? Sorry, are you going to dance?
You judge me on my accent before I even start
But you know nothing ’bout me
What can I do?
I’ll never be like you
So come on, you can pick me up in your daddy’s Range Rover
Come with me and I’ll show you
What we can do, oh-oh
What we can do, oh-oh
What we can
Pick me up in your daddy’s Range Rover
Come with me and I’ll show you
What we can do, oh-oh
What we can do, oh-oh-oh
What we can do, oh-oh
Oh-oh
I know everyone has problems
But money’s never been yours
See, that already gave you options
When I’ve been banging down the doors
I live off my state education
So here’s a couple things I’ve learned
No, you can’t teach determination
When you don’t even need to work
Excuse me, madam
How much a year for the country club?
You should try your local pub
For an afternoon, you can live like us
So tell me, what can I do?
I’ll never be like you
So come on, you can pick me up in your daddy’s Range Rover
Come with me and I’ll show you
What we can do, oh-oh
What we can do, oh-oh-oh
What we can
Pick me up in your daddy’s Range Rover
Come with me and I’ll show you
What we can do, oh-oh-oh
What we can do, oh-oh-oh
What we can do, oh
What we can do, oh-oh-oh
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