Apollo Always Shines on Paradise

Have money, no worry: It rains like confetti.

Gold, silver and stones in sparkling array.

A section of town that's so far away.

Well-funded accounts and prime-rate loans.

Expensive wheels and spacious homes.

Picturesque parks and uniformed guards.

Streets so pristine and beautiful yards.

Beautiful people with beautiful lives.

Perched on the rolling hills of paradise.

Apollo is shining and He never rests.

With ring-laden fingers He steals your breath.