Mitsubishi Colt - Tim Minchin

He looks at me intensely

Eyes contact lens green with artifical envy

Cocks his head and fixes me with a condescending stare

Flicks his bleached, blond tipped hair

And theorises thus:

«You know what I reckon?»

Pause for effect

Adjusts his tackle as if it’s semi-erect

I feel I’d better give him what I know he expects:

«What do you reckon?»

A hand on the shoulder

An avuncular wink

Sips his lemon drink

Spits out the pips

Hands on hips

Licks his lips

Like a wolf near a flock

Yet again adjusting his fantasy cock

He delivers his philosophy

«I reckon it don’t matter

It don’t mean squat

What you earn or what you got

Or the style of your hair

Or what you wear

It matters not

«Like what do you care

That I live on a hill with views of the beach?

That my chick and my dogs have an en-suite bathroom each?

That I’ve already reached my first million and I’m only 26?

You’re as thick as two bricks

If you think you can fix

What is broke in your life with money

And the funny thing is And I shit you not

That I’d give it all up like that!»

He leaves me to ponder his wisdom for a bit

And with a click of his fingers

Beckons the blondest, bimbo-est barmaid

And grinning ridiculously

Orders a G and T And a beer, for me And before I can escape

He’s back saying,

«Cos mate, the thing is All of that crap

It’s all superficial

It’s all just a front

Anyone can be a rich cunt

But the thing we all want

Can’t be bought with dosh

You know what I mean, boss?

Cos you don’t give a toss

That when I want to get slim

I’ve got my own private gym

And a personal trainer called… Danielle or fuckin’Darlene

She’s got tits

Like those chicks

In Ralph magazine

«And it’s not like you care

That I own the controlling share

Of an overseas company

That builds accounting software

It matters not one bit

I mean who gives a shit

That I earn six hundred grand

And drive a brand new land rover?

You know I would hand it all over like that!»

He pauses for a beat

Long enough for me to retreat to a seat

And sit, elbow on the bar