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