I Can't Believe I'm Not A Millionaire

Woke up this morning with a strange sense of dread

Brewed my own coffee, made my own bed

No breakfast laid out, no freshly baked bread

I had a pop tart instead

Fished through my closet to find a clean dress

Nothing’s been washed, the place is a mess, mmmmmmm

Look for my limousine, once more it’s not there

I can’t believe

I’m not a millionaire

Where is the room that hosts my shoes

The snooty butler and private mews

My invitation to

Elton’s bash

But most of all, where is my cash?

AwwwwwwwwDinner from

Asda, no lobster in sight

Marcella:

Tears at the check out, this don’t feel right

And as I lug my bags up three flights of stairs,

I can’t believe

I’m not a millionaire

Aaah-uhI can’t believe

I’m not a millionaire

Aaah-uhI can’t believe

I’m not a millionaire