Let's go down
and start
Those gnawings in my head
Won't rule our art
I'm feeling so much larger than I ought
But hey our fans are wide and far
I'll fart and they can't wander
Hello, Hello (Dollars!)
Meaningless is all I know
Actually, my mind ain't slow
Except when I write songs they just aren't real
Reeeeeeeeeeaaaaal
My cheques are full of holes
Geldof asks me for more cash
Okay, I'm sold
I wrinkle through my CD case and hold
Our last CD and hey,
Let's go to 4
Or actually to 3 (at least I don't listen to my own stuff)
I don't get the point, this song is sort of dreck
Were fifteen golden grammys all we got? I'm feeling sick
Swiiiiiiingin' that axe,
Swiiiiiiingin' that axe
Ooooooa (4 men choppin' down their talent!)
Hello, Hello (Dollars!)
Meaningless is all I know
Actually, my mind ain't slow
I make so much I may as well make more
And it's easier to make music when you steal
steeeeeeeeeeeal
All this, all this can be ours
All of this, all of this can be ours
All this, all of this can be ours
Lillywhite don't move, I wanna sound exactly like I used to
And no one gets hurt
Hello, Hello (Dollars!)
Meaningless is all I know
Actually, my mind ain't slow
It'll just be easier for everyone
If we eat our banana and put out the peel
oh yeah, the charts are teaching me
fans, you're always teaching me
Your love is teaching me
November Tuesday let us give you the
'04 we're gonna slip on the
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
When I write songs now they just aren't real
Reeeeeeeeeeaaaaal