I’ve got a bomb-proof throne made from sculls of slaves
Coloured shells to praise the lord
And I’ve got six brown girls to shave my skin
On the back seat of my sweet Concorde
Between my ten swimming pools no chaos rules, I am divine
Never I’ll go back, don’t wanna go back
I’ll never go back, it’s all mine all mine
There are memorials of me, thousands of them
Along the borders, in the cities on the land
My people love my dignity
I’m more famous than any rock’n’roll band
Ah, how I love you
I just gotta say how I love you
So get me child and man in a wheelchair
And call me «The Mild» while stroke their hair
I’ve heard rumours about revolution aloud
No chance for that
My soldiers are loyal for their wages are royal
The rebels stay thin and I stay fat
I’ve got friends everywhere in high position
And they will always support my holy mission
Never I’ll go back, don’t wanna go back
I’ll never go back, it’s all mine all mine