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   Back