| Song | New Millionaires |
| Artist | Latin Quarter |
| Album | Modern Times |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jeffries, Jones | |
| You can spend a cheque in a morning | |
| And go hungry the same afternoon. | |
| Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm | |
| Are the quarters of the moon. | |
| You know for every one way to sit up | |
| There must be five hundred ways to beg. | |
| And how can you ever be a man of standing | |
| With a chain wrapped around your legs. | |
| Just like Arbogast on the top two stairs | |
| You're waiting for a carver to come cutting through your cares. | |
| Living on your savings, saving up your prayers | |
| Come on down, the new millionaires. | |
| The famous say walk in their footsteps | |
| But don't you go tread on their toes. | |
| And if you wait for luck to open up | |
| You'll be waiting there to see it close. | |
| Well I think it was viscount | |
| Or it might have been a prince | |
| When he said enjoy your leisure |
| zuo qu : Jeffries, Jones | |
| You can spend a cheque in a morning | |
| And go hungry the same afternoon. | |
| Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm | |
| Are the quarters of the moon. | |
| You know for every one way to sit up | |
| There must be five hundred ways to beg. | |
| And how can you ever be a man of standing | |
| With a chain wrapped around your legs. | |
| Just like Arbogast on the top two stairs | |
| You' re waiting for a carver to come cutting through your cares. | |
| Living on your savings, saving up your prayers | |
| Come on down, the new millionaires. | |
| The famous say walk in their footsteps | |
| But don' t you go tread on their toes. | |
| And if you wait for luck to open up | |
| You' ll be waiting there to see it close. | |
| Well I think it was viscount | |
| Or it might have been a prince | |
| When he said enjoy your leisure |
| zuò qǔ : Jeffries, Jones | |
| You can spend a cheque in a morning | |
| And go hungry the same afternoon. | |
| Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm | |
| Are the quarters of the moon. | |
| You know for every one way to sit up | |
| There must be five hundred ways to beg. | |
| And how can you ever be a man of standing | |
| With a chain wrapped around your legs. | |
| Just like Arbogast on the top two stairs | |
| You' re waiting for a carver to come cutting through your cares. | |
| Living on your savings, saving up your prayers | |
| Come on down, the new millionaires. | |
| The famous say walk in their footsteps | |
| But don' t you go tread on their toes. | |
| And if you wait for luck to open up | |
| You' ll be waiting there to see it close. | |
| Well I think it was viscount | |
| Or it might have been a prince | |
| When he said enjoy your leisure |