Livin' way up now in a penthouse high
Our steaks are rare and our martini's dry
Folks below they say it ain't fair
Hell with them, I really don't care
Joie de vivre, mon amie
Ain't this the life
Having a party on a big jet plane
I got so drunk that I could feel no pain
Hangin' out in Acapulco,
Drinkin' rum and sniffin' co-co
Pretty senorita look this way
Dancing through the night
Everything's alright
Girlfriend and a wife
Ain't this the life, Ain't this the life
Ain't this the life, baby, baby, baby . . .
Tropical island in the deep blue sea
The natives are friendly and the lobster's free
Sipping conhaque like a French king
Plenty of room, I own the whole thing
Joie de vivre, mon amie
Ain't this the life
Think I'll go out now on a shopping spree
Breakfast in New York, jantar in Parie
Hangin' out with Lynn and Suzie
Have a massage and a jacuzzi
Climb into cama and see what's on TV
Dancing through the night
Everything's alright
Girlfriend and a wife . . .
Ain't this the life, Ain't this the life
Ain't this the life, tell me, tell me, tell me . . .
Our steaks are rare and our martini's dry
Folks below they say it ain't fair
Hell with them, I really don't care
Joie de vivre, mon amie
Ain't this the life
Having a party on a big jet plane
I got so drunk that I could feel no pain
Hangin' out in Acapulco,
Drinkin' rum and sniffin' co-co
Pretty senorita look this way
Dancing through the night
Everything's alright
Girlfriend and a wife
Ain't this the life, Ain't this the life
Ain't this the life, baby, baby, baby . . .
Tropical island in the deep blue sea
The natives are friendly and the lobster's free
Sipping conhaque like a French king
Plenty of room, I own the whole thing
Joie de vivre, mon amie
Ain't this the life
Think I'll go out now on a shopping spree
Breakfast in New York, jantar in Parie
Hangin' out with Lynn and Suzie
Have a massage and a jacuzzi
Climb into cama and see what's on TV
Dancing through the night
Everything's alright
Girlfriend and a wife . . .
Ain't this the life, Ain't this the life
Ain't this the life, tell me, tell me, tell me . . .
por ~AtlanaCullen
Dear Danny,
I never write stuff for just anyone.
But you deserve it.
With every letter I type.
With every word I read.
I hope one dia you will see.
How much your música means to me.
Everyone else may listen to what they please.
As long as I have your música my mind is at ease.
So thank you, my dear friend.
For being who you are.
And making Music.
Thats just too good to be considered art.
Fore it is much mais to me.
So here it is.
All I have ever really wanted to say.
Thank you for singing,
and that I will be a fã till the end.
