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