THE STEELWORKER

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Hip Hop perched up on a beam
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as I seem
Sitting on a cloud
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! Up to the next floor.

Working for my pay
Like any other guy
Just another day
For cowboys in the sky

Down there tryin’ to make a buck
I ran out of luck
Man I hardly got to eat
Just a bum on the street
Up here I’m the guy to meet
I’m mister Rockefeller

Hip Hop sitting on a cloud
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as a clam
Betcha life I am
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! We’re going up
Up to the top floor.

GOLDEN BOY
Music by Julien VegaLyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

On the floor of Wall Street I’m one of a kindI’m no ordinary guyIf I sell or I buy I don’t even tryI can make a million dollars in the blink of an eye

Making a fortune is easy for meHow hard can it be?
I’ll probably never get old
Everything that I touch turns to gold


I’m flying high, I’m a fortunate guyBut try as I mightThere’s something that doesn’t sit rightAnd I think I know why


One thing I know that my money can’t buyThat’s love, think about it

Making and breaking and takingDoesn’t matter how big your greed is


When what you need isSomeone who’s pretty and witty and niceWho’s life doesn’t turn on a roll of the dice
Who not so convinced everything has a price
I don’t think twiceThat’s what I need
Making a fortune is easy for meHow hard can it be?Excuse me but I’m on a rollYou see that all that I touch turns to gold
I’m flying highI’m a fortunate guyAnd I don’t know whyI simply don’t burst into songOnly one thing is wrong
One thing I know that my money can’t buyThat’s love, think about it

Making and breaking and takingAll you do is feed what your greed is


When what you need isSomeone who’s pretty and witty and niceWho’s life doesn’t turn on a roll of the dice
Who’s not so convinced everything has a price
I don’t think twice
I knowLove is what I need

ES:

Bella
Talvez no lo sabe
Y esa es la clave,
Pa' hacerme verla
Siempre tan ...
Bella
Va por la calle
Sin maquillaje,
deslumbrándome

Yo se (yo se)
Que tu (que tu)
Vales una fortuna
Hay mucha belleza aqui afuera
Pero como la que tienes tu ninguna

Yo estoy (yo estoy)
Seguro
De que estarías mucho mejor conmigo...

Bella
Talvez no lo sabe
Y esa es la clave,
Pa' hacerme verla
Siempre tan ...
Bella
Va por la calle
Sin maquillaje,
Deslumbrándome

Ahora deja
Que lluevan
Estas ganas que tengo de ti
Hay mas de lo que piensas
Conmigo lo vas a descubrir

Bella
Talvez no lo sabe
Y esa es la clave,
Pa' hacerme verla
Siempre tan ...
Bella
Va por la calle
Sin maquillaje,
deslumbrándome

Bien bella como doncella en Marsella
Ella desfila por la calle como en una pasarela
Of course definitely she is from Venezuela
Ella me tiene como loco mas prendío' que una vela
Por ella, seria capaz de bajar las estrellas
Inventar nuevos planetas solo pa' que se entretenga
She's more beautiful than she can imagine

Bella
Bella
Bella



EN:

Beautiful
Maybe she doesn't know
And that's the key,
To make me see her
Always so...
Beautiful
She walks down the street
With no makeup on,
dazzling me

I know (I know)
That you (that you)
You're worth a fortune
There's a lot of beauty out here
But none like the one you've got

I am (I am)
I'm sure
That you'd be much better off with me...

Beautiful
Maybe she doesn't know
And that's the key,
To make me see her
Always so...
Beautiful
She walks down the street
With no makeup on,
dazzling me

Now let it
Let it rain
These desires I have for you
There's more than you think
With me you'll find out

Beautiful
Maybe she doesn't know
And that's the key,
To make me see her
Always so...
Beautiful
She walks down the street
With no makeup on,
dazzling me

Pretty as a princess in Marseille
She parades down the street like on a catwalk
Of course definitely she is from Venezuela
She's got me like crazy more lit than a candle
For her, I'd be capable of lowering the stars
Invent new planets just to keep her entertained
She's more beautiful than she can imagine

Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful