Millionaire - The Crimea

You could be a millionaire

Just take a bath and cut your hair

You could be a millionaire

Better wake up now, sleepyhead

You’re always gonna be there, a space invader in my hula hoop head

I’ll always be your milky bar kid, your desert island disc

just as long as the big hand, chases the little hand

The tree where we carved our names, is all that remains

You could be a millionaire

Just brush your teeth and say your prayers

You could be a millionaire

A circle in a world of squares

You’re always gonna be there, a space invader in my hula hoop head

I’ll always be your milky bar kid, your desert island disc

just as long as the big hand, chases the little hand

The tree where we carved our names, is all that remains

We could be millionaires

We could be millionaires

You’re always gonna be there, a space invader in my hula hoop head

I’ll always be your milky bar kid, your desert island disc

Just as long as the big hand, chases the little hand

In heaven or on terra firma, we lost the argument