Rich Boy Lyrics by Dylan John Thomas
Where did the days go
when we would lay low
You used to be so modest,
I used to be so modest
It’s shameful the innuendo
The painting of a goddess
the breaking of the promise
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Your father wants that rich boy to take her out
That rich boy couldn’t give her no fun
Your father wants that rich boy, rich boy to take her out
I think I’ll make a move of my own
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Where did the days go when we would lay low?
You used to be so modest, I used to be so modest
It’s painful, but in the end though
This culture’s been abolished, the picture needs a polish
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Her father wants that rich boy to take her out
That rich boy couldn’t give her no fun
Her father wants that rich boy to take her out
I think I’ll make a move of my own
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Her father wants that rich boy to take her out
That rich boy couldn’t give her no fun
Her father wants that rich boy, rich boy to take her out
Her father wants that rich boy to take her out
That rich boy couldn’t give her no fun
Her father wants that rich boy, rich boy to take her out
I think I’ll make a move of my own
Your father wants that rich boy to take you out
That rich boy couldn’t give you no fun
Your father wants that rich boy, rich boy to take you out
I think I’ll make a move of my own
