Bon bon vie (Gimme the Good Life) (Paul Simpson's Best Looking Sound Edit)

Hey, hey, hey

I don't like these games people playing

Playing ball off the wall with my head

The man promised me a raise

I say who? Who's gonna raise me when I'm dead?

Oh, I'm so tired of punching that clock every day (working every day)

Oh, base skating on thin ice

Lord knows we could use a holiday, baby

Just the two of us would be so nice

Give me the bon

Give me the bon bon

Give me the bon bon bon bon bon bon bon bon bon vie

Gimme the good life, give it to me (give it to me)

Give me the bon bon bon bon bon bon bon bon bon vie

Oh, give me the good life

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We were born and raised in New York City

Fell in love in Central Park

I really love New York City

Still number one in my heart

Sometimes I feel like a stranger here

Used and abused and forgotten

Sometimes I feel like no one would really give a damn

If I drop dead right here on the spot

Say give me the bon (hey, keep on)

Give me the bon bon

Give me the bon bon bon bon bon bon bon bon bon vie

Oh, give me the good life

Give me the bon bon bon bon bon bon bon bon bon vie

Oh, give me the good life

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

A-doo-duh-dit, doo-duh-di-do-do

A-doo-duh-dit, doo-duh-di-do-do

Let's go out, go on the town tonight, pretty baby

Dance 'til the sun comes up

We'll have Don Perignon 'til our minds are blown

And put our last dime in that blind man's cup, huh

Gimme the bon

Gimme the bon, bon

Gimme the bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon bon vie

Gimme the good life (gimme the good life)

Gimme the bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon bon vie

Gimme the good life (baby, whoa, baby)

Bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon bon vie (yeah, say it again)

Gimme the good life (good life, good life, yeah)

Bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon bon vie