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Lyrics: Roger Coghill, (roger@bampibill.co.uk)
THE CELEBRITY DASH
What do we do now we’ve got lots of money?
Now we’ve got oodles of cash?
Buy expensive jewels,
Send the kids to smart schools,
So they can talk nice and act flash.
We footballers’ wives live extravagant lives,
And own mansions in acres of ground.
Do cookery courses,
Go riding on horses,
Helicopters to get us around.
We stick to our clique, and although we look chic,
We’re liable to do something rash:
We sniff things bizarre,
We crash the sports car,
And we do the Celebrity Dash.
It’s a simple disgrace: everyone knows your face
And you can’t help but shoulder the load
When you got all that money
It’s not really funny
That you can’t even walk down the road.
The public we meet when we walk down the street
Can be vulgar, intrusive, and brash
We get real annoyed
And we try to avoid,
So we do the Celebrity Dash.
When we open the papers to find that our capers
Are plastered all over the news
We’re branded as misers,
Our children despise us,
In our cotton wool castle recluse.
You ask are we smiley, living lives of Old Reilly?
No we’d rather be under the lash!
We just duck and dive,
And feel barely alive
As we do the Celebrity Dash.