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Well I know lots of the in-crowd, I like to think I'm one I spend all my winters in St Moritz, just a lazin' in the sun So I bought Miss '78 Playmate a brand new M.G.B. But some guy who could dance and kept a gun his pants Stole her away from me - and mumma tell me why Some people have all the fun Some people have all the fun Some guys dance and some girls ru-un Some people have all the fun I wear carefully faded designer jeans and I once met Marlon Brando And I even bought a drink for the Aga Khan but he would not shake my hand Oh mumma make me happy, send me lots more cash Don't worry, I saw the Midnight Express thirty-six times And I know where to keep my stash - and mumma tell me why Some people have all the fun Some people have all the fun Some guys dance and some girls run Some people have all the fun - oh mumma Oh mumma - tell me why-y-y I spent sixteen grand on an M.G.B. What else could she want from me-ee Oh, oh, oh mumma tell me why Some people have all the fun Some people have all the fun Some guys dance and some girls ru-un Some people have all the fun So I borrowed Uncle Rocky's yacht to take her sailin' out on the sea She said you know me, honey, I'd love to come But can I bring my boyfriend with me, so there we all were in Bermuda Soakin' up our Hollywood tans But they kicked over my castle and they sprayed me with sand I said mumma, I don't understand why Some people go partyin', some people got mortal sin But Miss '78 and her neanderthal mate, well they just won't let me join in Mumma tell me why-y Some people have all the fun It's enough to make you cry-y Some people h
Writer(s): Jonathan James English, John Martin Dallimore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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