(I love cheap thrills) Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight I don't need no money La la la la la la, la As long as I keep dancing It's Saturday and I won't be long I don't need no money De una lluvia de mujeres Colombia, Dominica, Moricua,

'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band Gas lights blinking on our broke down van We're living on truck stop burgers and fries Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills When one's drinking, one's

Shout baby shout I know my baby she just shook and jumped and shout I'm gonna send my baby a brand new 20 dollar bill Lake Michigan ain't no river Chicago ain't no Hillie town My baby left town you know she left me a mule to ride If that don't bring her

Black woman and child, yeh yeh yeah For you I really have so much love Dollar bills and coins will fade away They could never make I so proud Who what, The Black nation Ohh woh woh, oh woh woh From di day mi born mi did dun know sey

Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on an elevator I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say "I look so good tonight" God damn, God damn, God damn Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do (Coming down,

I wanna run away U and I, I, I, I, I When I’m with U Catching fire as the wind blows I see a billion dollars in your eyes Anywhere out this place Just U and I, I, I, I, I Just U and I Think I can fly, think I can fly

Où sont tes héros Au corps d'athlète? Où sont tes idoles Mal rasés, bien habillés? Dans leurs yeux des dollars Dans leurs sourires des diamants Moi aussi, un jour Je serai beau comme un Dieu

Surprise surprise, surprise surprise You're much better looking when you're in disguise And this revolution has been brought to you by Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons It's hard to save a dollar the way the world runs Those who seek

From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore Hustlin' on the corners, now we own the stores Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi' for sure Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin' Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean More Billy's, more problems We got too many ways to solve

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the