Life's Little Luxuries - Steve Kilbey

What you need is a flattering mirror

A strong elixir with no hangover properties

Nineteen year old lovers who can stay hard all night

A million dollars with no strings attached

I say yeah yeah yeah

But you don’t know where you can find it

I say yeah yeah yeah

Life’s little luxuries

What you need is a vial full of asses milk

Your very own doctor to prescribe you the blues

A brilliant career with critical acclaim

Orgasms, riches, power and fame

A trip to india

A trip down the ganges

A copy of justine, signed by de sade

A bag or two of neil’s purple heads

Gold-tipped, silver printed, black calling cards

A villa in sydney

An igloo in alaska

A girl who can come

Anytime I ask her

Thirteen red peacocks with eyes like the sun

Monogrammed bullets for my pearl handled gun

A rolls a mercedes

A dozen blue poles

The flesh of my servants

The deed to their souls

To meet damien lovelock from the celibate rifles

Chocolates and salmon

Truffles and trifles

Wait there’s more

Everything and more

There’s gotta be more