收聽Smokie的Fistful of Dollars歌詞歌曲

Fistful of Dollars

Smokie1990年9月12日

Fistful of Dollars 歌詞

 

Fistful of Dollars - Smokie

Written by:Alan Leslie/Barton

You wanna dream son

Well I can make you one

I'll take you higher than you ever thought you'd go

Yes I can make you

And I can break you

I make the rules you pay your dues

Don't forget it son

You'll be a big shot

I'll make you so hot

You'll rise so fast your feet won't ever touch the ground

Be the main man centre attraction

Number one I see it's done

The greatest thing around

Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand

Telling me just what I gotta sing

But he don't understand I just can't think like the man

I don't wanna be a puppet on a string

No puppet on a string

So here's the rules boy

You'll be my toy

You'll be style be the fashion be the trend

You'll be the named

I'll take you so far you'll be a big star

You pay your dues forget the rules

'Cause they were made to bend

Yes you'll be so big 'cause I can fix it

I can make you everything you wanna be

You wanna be

You'll be the news boy teenagers' new toy

A private jet you'll be the set

Leave everything to me

Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand

Telling me just what I gotta sing

But he don't understand I just can't think like the man

I don't wanna be a puppet on a string

Doesn't matter what you say or do

He knows what you're reaching for

There is a getting everything you want

Everything you dream of

Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand

Telling me just what I gotta sing

But he don't understand I just can't think like the man

I don't wanna be a puppet on a string

Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand

Telling me just what I gotta sing

But he don't understand I just can't think like the man

I don't wanna be a puppet on a string

Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand

Telling me just what I gotta sing

But he don't understand I just can't think like the man

I don't wanna be a puppet on a string

Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand

Telling me just what I gotta sing

But he don't understand I just can't think like the man

 

I don't wanna be a puppet on a string