Life's Little Luxuries Lyrics - 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