WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE ?
Copyright 1999.
 
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE ?
 
SIX LITTLE NUMBERS THAT'S ALL IT WOULD TAKE
OH WHAT A DIFFERENCE THOSE SIX NUMBERS WOULD MAKE
WHY! I WOULD GIVE UP MY JOB AND LIVE LIKE A QUEEN
I WOULD VISIT THE PLACES THAT I'VE NEVER SEEN
 
I WOULD BUY A BIG HOUSE WITH ITS OWN SWIMMING POOL
I WOULD PARTY ALL NIGHT AND ACT LIKE A FOOL
I WOULD WEAR THE BEST CLOTHES MONEY COULD BUY
I WOULD BUY MY OWN PLANE AND LEARN HOW TO FLY
 
I WOULD DO ALL THE THINGS THAT I'VE NEVER DONE
LIKE SKI IN THE SNOW AND BASK IN THE SUN
I WOULD WEAR DIAMOND RINGS THAT SPARKLE AND SHINE
I COULD DO AS I PLEASE THE CHOICE WOULD BE MINE
 
BUT WAIT A MINUTE
 
WHAT OF MY FRIENDS IF I LEFT THEM BEHIND
IF I TRAVELLED THE WORLD, NO BETTER I WOULD FIND
AND IF I GAVE UP WORK, YES I WOULD SURE MISS THE MOB
SO BETTER I THINK TO HOLD ON TO MY JOB
 
I DON'T NEED A BIG HOUSE, WHY I WOULD FEEL OUT OF PLACE
AND WHATEVER WOULD I DO WITH THAT EXTRA SPACE
TO BUY EXPENSIVE CLOTHES WOULD JUST BE A CRIME
WHERE WOULD I WEAR THEM, IME AT WORK ALL THE TIME
 
TO FLY MY OWN PLANE WITH FLASHING LIGHTS
WHO AM I KIDDING, I CANT EVEN STAND HEIGHTS
I WOULD PROBABLY PASS OUT AND MAKE SUCH A FUSS
SO I THINK I WILL STICK TO THE NUMBER 8 BUS
 
AS FOR SKI-ING, I GUESS I AM A LITTLE TOO OLD
IF THERE IS ONE THING I HATE, ITS THE FREEZING COLD
SO SKI-ING IS OUT, LETS FORGET THE PEAKS
WHY! IF I BROKE A LEG I WOULD BE OFF WORK FOR WEEKS
 
SO WHY DO I NEED TO WIN LOTS OF MONEY
TO SIT DOWN AND COUNT IT, THAT WOULD BE FUNNY
I SHOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR THE THINGS I HAVE GOT
AND ACCEPT THAT I AM POOR AND THAT'S MY LOT
 
BUT WAIT A MINUTE
 
I WORK ALL THE WEEK AND THAT'S A RIGHT PAIN
AND THE DAY I HAVE OFF, IT POURS DOWN WITH RAIN
I HAVE LOTS OF MATES, AND THEIR PROBLEMS THEY SHARE
BY THE END OF THE DAY I COULD PULL OUT MY HAIR
 
ITS ALL WORK AND NO PLAY, EVERY DAY IS THE SAME
BY THE END OF THE WEEK YOU FORGET YOUR OWN NAME
YOU HAVE A BOSS ON YOUR BACK AND TARGETS TO MEET
YOUR STANDING ALL DAY AND GET CORNS ON YOUR FEET
 
MONEY IS SO TIGHT AND THE LARDER IS BARE
MY FLAT IS SO CRAMPED, I COULD NEVER SHARE
I RELAX FOR A WHILE, RESCUES ON ITS WAY
AT THE END OF THE MONTH I WILL AT LEAST GET MY PAY
 
I CANNOT TAKE ANYMORE I ALWAYS BLUBBER
THE MONEYS ALMOST GONE I SOON DISCOVER
SO WEIGHING THINGS UP I SEEM TO FIND
YET ONCE AGAIN I HAVE CHANGED MY MIND
 
FRIENDS COME AND GO AND LIFE'S A REAL BITCH
OH LORD LET ME BE STONE FILTHY RICH
JUST SEND ME SIX NUMBERS, ITS EASY FOR YOU
JUST FIVE AND THE BONUS BALL THAT WILL DO
 
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