Your uncle's scandals shook the house of lords
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Your daddy's squeezed out as Chairman of the Board
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No more doctors write you no more 'scripts
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No more intercontinental trips
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No more luxuries
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No more luxuries
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No more crystal pistols up your nose
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The dry cleaner wants money on the clothes
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The Rolls Royce, my dear . . . need it be said?
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If I were you I would think "Mo-Ped"
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Refrain:
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No more luxury . . .
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No more luxuries
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And all you are left with is me
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Left with me
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Left with me
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No more luxuries
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You gotta do it in a whole new way
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But I'm gonna make a vow to stay
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We gotta eat it off the floor a while
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You don't even have a phone to dial
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Do it in a whole new way,
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Honey, that's the price we pay
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Your necklaces have turned to centipedes
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They slowly crawled away . . .
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And the bar is empty and there ain't no waiter
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The ice all melts in the refrigerator
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The dead meat drips
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On the asparagus tips
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There's no more luxuries
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You're left with me
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No more, no more
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There's no more luxuries
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That article on you in Interview
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It was dropped for a feature on Monaco's Zoo
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Calvin called, he wants his hand-made vest
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And it's snip snip to your American Express
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No more luxuries
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No more luxuries
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And all you are left with is me
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Just me, mon cheri
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No more lunching out at "21"
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What you get now comes inside a bun
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"C'est la vie," the color TV
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That's gone too, but I'll stay with you
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Repeat Refrain
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(No More) Luxuries
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| Jim Carroll |
