Daddy’s Range Rover Lyrics – 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 mе and I’ll show you

What we can do? Oh-oh
What we can do? Oh-oh
What we can
Pick mе 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