Your uncle's scandals shook the house of lords

Your daddy's squeezed out as Chairman of the Board

No more doctors write you no more 'scripts

No more intercontinental trips



No more luxuries

No more luxuries



No more crystal pistols up your nose

The dry cleaner wants money on the clothes

The Rolls Royce, my dear . . . need it be said?

If I were you I would think "Mo-Ped"



Refrain:

No more luxury . . .

No more luxuries

And all you are left with is me

Left with me

Left with me

No more luxuries



You gotta do it in a whole new way

But I'm gonna make a vow to stay

We gotta eat it off the floor a while

You don't even have a phone to dial

Do it in a whole new way,

Honey, that's the price we pay



Your necklaces have turned to centipedes

They slowly crawled away . . .

And the bar is empty and there ain't no waiter

The ice all melts in the refrigerator

The dead meat drips

On the asparagus tips



There's no more luxuries

You're left with me

No more, no more

There's no more luxuries



That article on you in Interview

It was dropped for a feature on Monaco's Zoo

Calvin called, he wants his hand-made vest

And it's snip snip to your American Express



No more luxuries

No more luxuries

And all you are left with is me

Just me, mon cheri



No more lunching out at "21"

What you get now comes inside a bun

"C'est la vie," the color TV

That's gone too, but I'll stay with you



Repeat Refrain





Copyright Dr. Benway Music, ASCAP (1983