She'd gotten used to the idle life Following the sun was her full-time occupation A lesson to us all Foot-loose for the education Oh, but look at her now Fox-trotting the globe With her head in the clouds [CHORUS] I haven't got no money To keep this affair afloat And I don't think that it's funny It looks like sunk my boat But she'll keep me dangling on and on and on... Furs and pearls, I'm trapped in your pocket Where six-foot toys stumble upon it Your high-class ways Have seen better days But to me you'll always be Uncomplicating, infatuating [CHORUS x2] Royal Britannia The Jet-Set dreams on and on Into another sun-drenched scene where Kings and queens and jesters preen You know, you know I haven't got no money To keep this affair afloat And I don't think that it's funny It looks like sunk my boat I haven't got no money To keep this affair afloat And I don't think that you're funny It looks like sunk my boat