Boom-Dee-Adda
Boom-dee-adda, boom-dee-adda, ziss-boom-bah
Halleluiah, hip-hooray and do-re-me-fah-lah
Betcha can't guess why my spirits are flying high
My uncle left me scads of dough, a happy dude am I
Let me see, what to do with all my new found cash
A villa on the Riviera, each night a different bash
Or what about a condo in the centre of Manhattan
Frequent all the trendy spots in tails, top hat and satin
Find a gal with a luscious bod to curl up all my toes
Money talks, I might get lucky Heaven surely knows
Keep your knickers on said one of my very good friends
Is this the way you really want this lurid tale to end
Why not give it all to the needy coz at the end of the day
You'll feel like a million bucks, and this is what you'll say
Boom-dee-adda, boom-dee-adda, ziss-boom-bah
Halleluiah, hip-hooray and do-re-me-fah-lah
© Jack Ellison 2012
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