Text: Disco Biscuits. Pilin' it High.

First you get a million, then you get another,
then you buy a car for your sister and your mother,
then you buy a house for the girlie next door,
and every single day you want more!

The age old saying is right.
It's not the pile, it's pilin' it high.
Hey, all, day or night
You're not done when there's another ride.

Salivating pork-chop,
mister living poppa,
alley cat dreams will burn you like lava,
cavortment, assortment, a Cadillac roar,
And every single day you want more!

First you get paid, then you get laid,
six or seven times by the end of the day,
you try to stop, but all you really want to do is score,
And every single day you want more!