got a 7 year itch, gonna get real rich, gonna buy me a brand new life
get a big house, gonna paint it hot pink, gonna tell the neighbors to kiss my ass
gonna trade my Ford for my very own Concorde, tricked out with leather seats
gonna do the best drugs, gonna have the best drinks, gonna buy myself a brand new liver
gonna hire me a chef, name him, “Fabrice,” four in the morning get a double-cheese
gonna get a dumb girl, gonna get her fake breasts, tattoo my name all across her chest
gonna sell her naked picture to the tabloid press, then I’ll sue ‘em, screw ‘em for all they’ve got left
gonna be a big jerk on MTV, find myself a real good cause
got a seven year itch
and I’m down for a little decadence
the straight and narrow’s such a bitch
so won’t you fill my glass with some craziness
gonna break up the band, gonna move to Japan, get real fat, be a sumo god
hide from the camera, hide from the germs, gonna seal myself in a plastic pod
gonna smash hotels, shoot my TV, hire myself a real good lawyer
gonna pierce my lip, shave my head, change my name to “Big Tom Sawyer”
gonna find god, gonna lose him again, gonna get a little fish on the back of my car
lose my hair, gonna find it again, sell more shoes than a basketball star
get a bit part on a TV show, live my life as a talking head
gonna drink too much, wind up dead, they’ll analyze every fucking thing I said
got a seven year itch
and I’m down for a little decadence
the straight and narrow’s such a bitch
so won’t you fill my glass with some craziness