I know you're already a wealthy-ish guy
But think of what that condo money could buy
And I'd open up Bob's Beach Burgers and Fries
Oh, nice things are nice
Uh-uh, not interested
Your own private island
A million eye patches (No, I don't think so)
A gold swimming pool to hold all of your cashes (No, sorry, Bob)
I'd hire real waiters who all have mustaches (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Oh, nice things are nice
Soon you will see just how nice life can be
When you start raking in condo people's money
Ooh, I love this dress
Does it come in size three?
Uh-uh, okay, six?
Uh-uh, okay, ten?
Oh, nice things are nice
I'm chained to Mr. Goiter
In hopes that they don't destroy her
Okay, it's not a her
But I really, really wanted it to rhyme
A legion of servants all at your command
An army of tigers like you always planned
I could buy my own missiles to launch at Engla
Ah, ah, never mind, I'm not telling
My sophisticated burgers
They would understand
Oh, nice things are nice
