Daddy’s Range Rover Letra - Becky Hill

You pretend to be in my class

And I’ll pretend to be in yours

I feel so rich and expensive

While you pretend you grew up poor

Just ‘cuz your daddy works in showbiz

Got you a job with his old boss

I bet you didn’t even notice

The opportunities you got

Excuse me, sir

I say class, but you say class

Are you gonna dance?

Sorry

Are you going to dance?

You judge me on my accent before I even start

But you know nothing ‘bout me

What can I do?

I'll never be like you

So come on, you can pick me up in your daddy's Range Rover

Come with me, and I'll show you

What we can do? Oh-oh

What we can do? Oh-oh

What we can

Pick me up in your daddy's Range Rover

Come with me and I'll show you

What we can do? Oh-oh

Yeah we got a lot of problems

But money’s never been yours

See dad already gave you options

When I’ve been banging down your door

I [?] to get you [?]

So here’s a couple things that I’ve learnt

No, you can’t teach determination

If you don’t even go to work

Excuse me madam

How much a year for the country club?

You should try your local pub

For an afternoon, you can live like us

So tell me, what can I do?

I'll never be like you

So come on, you can pick me up in your daddy's Range Rover

Come with me, and I'll show you

What we can do? Oh-oh

What we can do? Oh-oh

What we can

Pick me up in your daddy's Range Rover

Come with me and I'll show you

What we can do? Oh-oh