I got golden shoes
And real crushed diamonds on my eyes.
My lips are rouge
And I hold my head up high
And the streets of my home
Are dipped in wine and cologne.
And it's a lot of work,
My insatiable thirst
And I'm just like you;
A designer dog in a designer purse

But you look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa

The sky is blue
From morning till the day is done.
By the afternoon
I'm still resistant to the sun
Now I've perfected my stride
To an emotionless glide.
And I got a lot of stuff,
But it's never enough
And I'm just like you;
My skin is tanned and my body's buff

But you look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa

Nothing exists unless I see it.
That looks like a shell, not a peanut.
And I got to be closest to the sun,
Here in my cult of one

I got golden shoes
And real crushed diamonds on my eyes.
I look at you
And see straight through to my horizon
And the streets of my home
Are dipped in wine and cologne.
And it's a lot of work, my insatiable thirst
And I'm just like you;
Designer dog in a designer purse

But you look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa.
You look so cool on your leopard-skin vespa
... so cool on your leopard-skin vespa!