[Verse 1] You strut around the West End like a king That velvet jacket's just a borrowed thing Sipping prosecco Swearing it’s champagne Acting the tycoon Driving us insane [Chorus] Oh Darling The arithmetic is funny With your champagne taste and lemonade money A penthouse vision in a bedsit reality Drowning in debt and pure vanity [Verse 2] You flash a gold card that’s hit the limit A life of luxury with nothing in it Hiding the bus pass deep in your vest Talking the big game Failing the test [Bridge] You’re a diamond in cubic disguise A high roller with low-budget lies Glittering dreams but the shine won’t stay Your empire’s built on paper mache [Chorus] Oh Darling The arithmetic is funny With your champagne taste and lemonade money A penthouse vision in a bedsit reality Drowning in debt and pure vanity [Outro] Borrowed feathers don’t make you a swan Your house of cards is already gone Oh Darling The arithmetic is funny Champagne taste But no fucking money
