Martin, you wanna be a star, oh darlin', darlin' Okay baby, I'll do it again Nineteen, the propositions come, I'm brightened, brightened I think that's enough for me I think I deserve more Have I just enough salt to gulp? Do I have the silver cup? My friend, you seem petulant, that's not necessary Twenty, I crush my money too far to smell the odor of love My brain is a dust, dust Have I just enough salt to gulp? Do I have the silver cup? My friend, you seem petulant, that's not mine And you don't have to tell me That I can forget And you don't have to tell me You have to forget Have I just enough salt to gulp? Do I have the silver cup? My friend, you seem petulant, that's not necessary Have I just enough salt to gulp? Do I have the silver cup? My friend, you seem petulant, that's not necessary Have I just enough salt to gulp? Do I have the silver cup? My friend, you seem petulant, that's not necessary © transcript Emily Beynon