Текст песни Wiley — Record Collection

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[Intro: Wiley]
Eskiboy!
Mark Ronson!
Put this one in your record box!
Ah, ah!

[Verse 1: Mark Ronson]
I take too long to answer telephones, I take too long to type my name and record messages,
But my hand writing is excellent, in fact it's second to none, none.
I just got in from somewhere really goodm
They offered me the part of Bono and a speaking role with all the merchandise and sunglasses I could ever need, need.
I drive round cities in a chariot, I get preferential treatment at the Marriott,
But if the truth be told, I'm naked under all these clothes.

[Chorus: Simon Le Bon]
I'll tell you what it is on my mind, woah!
I only want to be in your record collection, woah, aaaah!
I only want to be in your record collection woah, aaaah!
And I'll do anything it takes just to get there.

[Verse 2: Mark Ronson]
My brain is buzzing and the room is strange like that scene in Trading Places at the stock exchange,
I made a million overnight in '87, now I'm living in my parking space, parking space.
My teeth are bright and my hair is clean, I wear Paco Rabanne like I was Charlie Sheen,
But in the rain we all look wet, and in the snow we all look cold.

[Chorus: Simon Le Bon]
I'll tell you what it is on my mind, woah!
I only want to be in your record collection, woah, aaaah!
I only want to be in your record collection woah, aaaah!
And I'll do anything it takes just to get there.

[Verse 3: Wiley]
Yo, Eskiboy!
A-listing, A-listing.
Disgusted by all the flashness, I think I'm a don, they think I'm an actor but I patch this,
My two needs are a pillow and a mattress, once I can fill up the space with a famous actress.
Give me a mil', I'll do a DJ set, I pull spikey with the green like a cactus,
Showoff, ego's high, you can't match this chauvinistic pig, money man tactics.

[Verse 4: Mark Ronson]
I'm not as clever as I thought I was, it got pointed out to me as I was tying the knot,
And all I want to know is how I got so far down, down.
I'm not as lucky as I thought I was,
My luck ran out the other day as I was crossing the road, who would have thought a truck like that could cause so much…

[Chorus: Simon Le Bon]
I'll tell you what it is on my mind, woah!
I only want to be in your record collection, woah, aaaah!
I only want to be in your record collection woah, aaaah!
And I'll do anything it takes just to get there.

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