[Verse 1: Gareth & Aleks]
Just like when we were seventeen
We said we'd move to Malta, claim nationality
And now that we are twenty-three
Days tethered to the running track
Evenings chained to the dish rack
I'm called up to the Maltese national team
My vision is impeccable, my first touch is obscene
A World Cup qualifier finds me fifty, forty, thirty yards from goal
A late sub on in an off-the-striker role
Was it wind? Did it take a bad deflection?
A decade spent nursing a fear that you might never make it?
The crowd draws breath at once, it swerves to the top corner
The Sunday tabloid press declares me the new king of Malta

[Chorus: Gareth & Aleks]
With my name on shirts, your face on the cash
That every week just piles inside our bank account
We'd rule the roost and we could start a family
I think we'd make about a hundred million bucks

[Verse 2: Gareth & Aleks]
I head down to the mint and tell them
"Pound every coin deep into the ground
Burn every note in circulation
There's a new face on the currency of our nation"
I hand them a photograph of you
The most beautiful thing they'd ever seen
The press starts a-rolling your image on Euros
The workforce retires to the bathroom
[Chorus: Gareth & Aleks]
With my name on shirts, your face on the cash
That every week just piles inside our bank account
We'd rule the roost and we could start a family
I think we'd make about a hundred million bucks
With my name on shirts, your face on the cash (With my name on shirts)
That every week just piles inside our bank account (Your face on the cash)
We'd rule the roost and we could start a family (I think we could make)
I think we'd make about a hundred million bucks (Hundred million bucks)