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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