[INTRO – SLEAZY WAH-WAH GUITAR, DEEP RUBBERY BASS, PSYCHEDELIC ELECTRIC SITAR. SLOW, FUNKY GROOVE BUILDS.] [DEEP MALE – LAZY, SARCASTIC DRAWL] Well, well, well... Look who's bought himself another yacht. Another mansion. Another twenty-year-old wife. [PAUSE] Mate... At your age, you should be buying a bloody cemetery plot! [DRUM FILL – HEAVY FUNK BASS DROPS] [VERSE 1 – CHEEKY RHYTHMIC MALE VOCAL] He's a wrinkled old trillionaire, With a twenty-year-old bride, She's got diamonds on her fingers, And a chauffeur for a ride. He's got a face like an old potato, And a body past its prime, But he's got enough money To buy himself some time! She calls him her darling, He calls her his queen, She's the prettiest little trophy That the world has ever seen. [MALE SPOKEN] Is it love? [PAUSE] Well... She's certainly fond of his bank account! [CHORUS – HUGE FUNKY PSYCHEDELIC GROOVE, MALE GANG BACKING] MORE! MORE! MORE! HE'S GOT EVERYTHING AND HE WANTS MORE! GOT THE MONEY! GOT THE POWER! GOT A GIRL HALF HIS AGE AND A GOLD-PLATED SHOWER! MORE! MORE! MORE! HE'S GOT THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD AND HE STILL WANTS MORE! [INSTRUMENTAL – DISTORTED SITAR RIFF, DIRTY FUNK BASS, WAH-WAH GUITAR, PUNCHY DRUMS.] [VERSE 2 – PLAYFUL, SLEAZY RHYTHMIC DELIVERY] He's got parties on his island, Where the champagne never stops, And a hundred pretty strangers In their very finest frocks. His young wife's back at home, With her diamonds and her pearls, While he's sneaking through the back door, Chasing twenty other girls. He's got everything a man could want, But nothing satisfies, He's got a thousand little secrets And a thousand little lies. [MALE SPOKEN – DEADPAN] Apparently... One trophy wife isn't enough. [PAUSE] Maybe he should try collecting stamps. [HEAVY BASS DROP] [VERSE 3 – GROOVE BECOMES DARKER, HEAVIER] He's bought the banks, He's bought the land, He's got the politicians Eating from his hand. He's got the media, He's got the news, He's got a thousand ways To tell you what to choose. He's bought the mountains, He's bought the sea, Now he's looking at the moon, Saying, "That belongs to me!" [MALE SPOKEN] Someone tell the old bastard... You can't take it with you! [CHORUS – BIGGER, HEAVIER, MALE GANG VOCALS] MORE! MORE! MORE! HE'S GOT EVERYTHING AND HE WANTS MORE! GOT THE MONEY! GOT THE POWER! GOT A GIRL HALF HIS AGE AND A GOLD-PLATED SHOWER! MORE! MORE! MORE! HE'S GOT THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD AND HE STILL WANTS MORE! [EXTENDED INSTRUMENTAL – PSYCHEDELIC SITAR SOLO, DIRTY WAH-WAH GUITAR, HEAVY ROLLING BASS, HYPNOTIC PERCUSSION.] [VERSE 4 – DARK COMEDIC DELIVERY] Now he wants to own the planet, Every woman, child and man, He's got a lovely little blueprint For his master human plan. He'll redesign the population, Build a race to suit his needs, With a laboratory full of scientists And genetically modified seeds! He wants a world of perfect servants, Who never question why, And a golden throne upon a hill, Where he can watch them multiply. [MALE SPOKEN] He wants to play God. [PAUSE] But he can't even keep his own trousers on! [DRUM FILL – BASS DROP] [BRIDGE – MUSIC STRIPS BACK, LOW THREATENING BASS, SLOW WAH GUITAR] He doesn't feel compassion, He doesn't carry shame, Every human is a number, Every number is a game. He's got a pyramid of power, Built on silence, built on fear, And the one thing that terrifies him Is the day we see it clear. [MALE – QUIET, SARCASTIC] Because the moment people wake up... And stop playing along... [PAUSE] His little house of cards Won't be standing very long. [EXPLOSIVE INSTRUMENTAL DROP – DISTORTED SITAR, HEAVY FUNK BASS, TRIBAL DRUMS.] [VERSE 5 – PLAYFUL, MOCKING VOCAL] He's got bunkers in the mountains, He's got tunnels underground, He's got private little hideaways That nobody has found. He's got guards around his mansion, He's got cameras at the gate, He's got enough security To protect a bloody state! But there's one thing he can't purchase, One thing money cannot buy, A peaceful night of sleeping Without wondering who knows why! [MALE SPOKEN] Imagine being that rich... And still checking under your bed! [CHORUS – FULL POWER, HUGE PSYCHEDELIC GROOVE] MORE! MORE! MORE! HE'S GOT EVERYTHING AND HE WANTS MORE! GOT THE MONEY! GOT THE POWER! GOT A GIRL HALF HIS AGE AND A GOLD-PLATED SHOWER! MORE! MORE! MORE! HE'S GOT THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD AND HE STILL WANTS MORE! [EXTENDED OUTRO – DEEP HYPNOTIC BASS, ELECTRIC SITAR AND WAH GUITAR TRADE RIFFS. DRUMS BUILD INTO A FUNKY PSYCHEDELIC JAM.] [MALE SPOKEN – DRY, EXHAUSTED] So let me get this straight... You've got a trillion dollars. A twenty-year-old wife. Sixteen mansions. Three private islands. Your own bloody space programme. And you still want more? [PAUSE] Mate... Have you considered getting a hobby? [SHORT SILENCE] [MALE – QUIETLY] Or a therapist? [FINAL DIRTY BASS HIT] [END]
