If My Album Sold a Million

Well, if my album sold a million,

my label would love me

I'd be a hero of the underground

on the radio almost constantly

You know, my fame would be shortlived

Everyone would be so bored

They'd say that the fame's gone to my head

and no one would buy my records anymore

Well, I'd get a job at a cafe

serving tea and cake

I'd tell anyone who had a mission

that they were making a huge mistake

Then my fans would find this song

discover that I have prophetic skills

and all my albums would be re-released

and I'd live in Beverly Hills