Dad's a Millionaire
I wish you joy, my little ragged throng--
Your Dad's a millionaire!
The fortune's come, we've waited for so long,
And I'm a millionaire!
Come Will, come Bub--go buy some better shoes;
Come Liz, come Lu--go tell your Ma the news--
Though once poor, we're now as rich as Jews,
For I'm a millionaire.
Hurrah! hurrah! now give us a rousing song--
Good bye! good bye! to poverty, want and care;
The fortune's come, we've waited for so long,
And Dad's a millionaire!
Good news! I'll go a shopping--so I will,
For Dad's a millionaire!
And I must have a thousand dollar bill,
As Dad'a a millionaire!
Put on your duds, and you'll go with me Lu!
Come Bub, go call a carriage from the square;
We'll ride in style along the avenue,
For Dad's a millionaire.
Hip, hip, hooray! run up the striped flay--
My Dad's a millionaire!
This bless-ed day, I'll buy a trotting nag,
For Dad's a millionaire!
I vow, I'll smoke three-cent gigars no more!
Here, take them Bub, and pitch them out the door;
I'll have the best--the dearest in the store,
Now Dad's a millionaire.
So, wife, you think this house will never do
Now I'm a millionaire?
Well, I must build a mansion then for you,
As I'm a millionaire!
Though as for me, I think I should invest--
My whole pile in some mammoth farm out West,
Yet I can build, if you should think it best,
Since I'm a millionaire.
I'll tell you what! we'll give a party then,
As Dad's a millionaire!
And we'll invite none but the "upper ten,"
Since Dad's a millionaire!
I should be sure to find another beau,
For dukes and lords, and nobles would be there--
I've turn'd him off--the tailor's clerk, you know,
Now Dad's a millionaire.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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How To Be A Millionaire
Ive seen the future, I cant afford it
Tell me the truth sir, someone just bought it
Say mr. whispers! here come the click of dice
Roulette and blackjacks - gonna build us a paradise
Larger than life and twice as ugly
If we have to live there, youll have to drug me
Maybe these luxuries can only compensate
For all the cards you were dealt at the hands of fate
So tell me
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire!
Millionaire! billionaire! trillionaire!
Hardly surprising if you might consider
Loyalties go to the highest of bidders
Whats my opinion? Id give you ten to one
Give me a million, a franchise on fun
But there are millions who often get nowhere
And theres just one secret I think you should share
Maybe these luxuries can only compensate
For all the cards you were dealt at the hands of fate
So tell me
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire!
Who wants to be millionaire?
I do! - I dont! - I do!
Who wants to be millionaire?
I do! - I dont!
Ive seen the future and I cant afford it
song performed by by Abc
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Millionaire Blues
I woke up this morning, my jacuzzi wouldnt work
Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? jerk!
Must have been my artistic temperament he couldnt take
How come nobody wants to give me a break?
Ive got the blues right down, mean and low
Im as low as the heels of my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Well, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sink
I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink.
Oh, I swear Id kill that little weasel if I could
I checked myself in the mirror - my hair was looking good, but
I had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and low
As low as the heels on my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Get down!
Well, so much for breakfast, I couldnt face lunch
I thought Id raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch.
I take the lamborghini, the flunkie parks the car
Can you believe it, man, this other monkey wont let me in the bar!
I said, I said, dont you know who I am, man? and he says, no.
No! can you believe it?
Im as low as the heels of these alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues, to have these millionaire blues,
Millionaire blues
Bad, bad!
Thats bad! yeah
So hard,
Its hard sometimes for a boy
Ah, I like that
Thats good
Get down!
Youre making a very big mistake, man
Oh yeah
Youll never work in this town again!
All right
song performed by by Dire Straits
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The Damage You've Done
Well i wish i had a dollar
For every piece of my broken heart
I wish i had a nickel
For every shred of my shattered life
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
Baby, i wish i had a penny
For every cent i've spent on you
You'd call that breakin' even, wouldn't you baby?
I do whatever i had to do
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
Honey there's no reason for me to hold a grudge
Money isn't everything, but it's a lot to me
And i know sure as there's feathers on a chicken
One day i'll get back every dollar you stole
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Hey Mr. Millionaire (live)
Went down across that borderline
Down in the planet Mexico.
Bought some tequila big sack o whack.
I let go the Peso; I couldnt get back.
Hey, Mr. Millionaire! Hey, Mr. Millionaire!
Can you loan this poor-boy a dime?
Walking and crossing the border line
Way on the planet London.
Bought a Rolls Royce and a Jaguar;
It DOES in fact matter how rich you are.
Hey, Mr. Millionaire! Hey, Mr. Million!
Can you loan this poor-boy a dime?
I moved on across that borderline
Deep on the planet Louisiana.
Threw some dice it was oh, so nice,
But it left me eatin red beans & rice.
Hey, Mr. Millionaire! Hey, Mr. Million!
Could you loan this poor-boy a dime?
Hey, Mr. Millionaire! Hey, Mr. Million!
Loan this poor-boy a dime.
Loan this poor-boy a dime.
Turn yourself into a BANKER!
He-e-ey! [He-e-ey!]
He-e-ey! [He-e-ey!]
Hey! [Hey!]
Hey! [Hey!]
Hey! [Hey!] Hey! [Hey!]
Hey! [Hey!]
Hey! [Hey!]
Hey! [Hey!] Hey! [Hey!] Hey! [Hey!] Hey! [Hey!]
song performed by by ZZ Top
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I'm a millionaire, I'm a multi-millionaire. I'm filthy rich. You know why I'm a multi-millionaire? 'Cause multi-millions like what I do.
quote by Michael Moore
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Famous Movie Poem - Slumdog Millionaire at the Oscars
slumdog millionaire
the down and out
finally making it big
slumdog millionare
some cry, some laugh
some just plain struck
slumdog millionaire
slumdogs say they must
get together to watch movie
a screen bursting slumdog
millionaire's smile
winner of best movie
feeling like real slumdog millionaire
the cast and crew
at the oscars
one bid smile for the screen
Oscar's slumdog
millionaires
a big slumdog's smile
cast and crew of
best academy movie
slumdog millioniare
slumdogs trooping down
the road to the cinemas
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Millionaire
Writers: alan tarney & leo sayer
I got your postcard it made me lonely
Im out of money and no one really cares
The south of france has sunny weather
Pretty boats and lots of millionaires
Now youre not coming home
You like the style and youre staying here
Pretty boys everywhere you go
You lead em on and then you disappear
You say youre gonna find a millionaire
-- well I wish you luck
And we were never going anywhere
-- and now youve had enough
You didnt wanna be
Going broke with a loser like me
And youre a girl whos just got to be free
And I dont think youll ever be happy
Chasing a millionaire
All the streets are dead without you
Empty shops and old abandoned cars
In saint tropez your man is waiting
He comes with diamonds to the hotel bar
You say youre not going home
You like the sun and youre staying here
Hell ask if youre on your own
You say why not then you both disappear
Now you say youre found your millionaire
-- oh well I dont care
Says hes gonna take you everywhere
-- I just dont care
I bet hell let you down
That kinda guy never hangs around
Hes got a girl in every town
And I dont think youll ever be happy
Living with a millionaire
Now you say youre found your millionaire
-- oh well I dont care
Says hes gonna take you everywhere
-- I just dont care
Then one day hes gonna let you down
Hell have you searching every club in town
That kind of guy will only drag you down
You can go and take your millionaire
-- oh I dont wanna know
Tell you that I really do not care
-- and your lifes your own
You see them everywhere you go
Chasing the sun in alfa romeos
You gotta catch em before they get too old
And I dont think youll ever be happy
Chasing a millionaire
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Millionaire
I said, Her from the city, so her got to be witty witty
She said, Him from the country, so him got to be funky funky
Mama, I'm a millionaire, but I feel like a bum
Mama, I'm a millionaire, but I feel like the only one
I I I I woke up early this mornin'. I don't think y'all heard me
I woke up early this mornin'. I don't think y'all heard me
I woke up early this mornin', I don't think y'all heard me
I said I woke up early this mornin' but I still ain't see the sun
Uh Uh Uh Oh Uh Oh (repeat three times)
Papa, I'm a millionaire
But Saks Fifth Ave. don't sell affection
(Saks Fifth Ave. don't sell affection)
Papa, I'm a millionaire
But I ain't moving in the right direction
Somethin' ain't right. I know.
I aint rich, til he is rich, til she is rich, til we is rich
Oh, I aint rich, til he is rich, til she is rich til we is rich (repeat twice)
(Andre 3000)
Where there is cheese, there are rats
Wherever there are rats, there are cats
Wherever there are cats there are dogs
If you got the dogs, you got bitches
Bitches always out to put their paws on your riches
If you got riches, you got glitches
If you got glitches in your life computer,
turn it off and then reboot her
Now you back on
Can't just put the cap on the old bottle once you pop it
That'll spoil it. Go on. Drink it and enjoy it.
Mama, I'm a millionaire.
What's a girl to do when she just has diamonds. No time. Just pay.
What's a girl to do? Instead of me; it's you. Be true
What's a girl to do in a world of greed but kneel and pray
What's a girl to do when she's lost her long time friends.
That's life.
song performed by by Kelis
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Wanna Be
We all love a millionaire
On the radio, with a great video
And all the orchestration
Backing up your screaming guitar
Howd you make it this far?
Do you gotta be straight on the line?
Do you gotta look great all the time?
Do you gotta be straight?
Well even pay you, millionaire
Tell us of your abuse, we stand so amused
And what you said about the audience
Simple lyrics will do
Cause they dont have a clue
Do I gotta be straight on the line?
Do I gotta look great all the time?
Do I gotta be straight?
Wannabewannabewishiwereyouknowiwishiwereyouknow
Wannabewannabewishiwereyouknowiwishiwereyou
Now love me Im a millionaire
Running out of cliches, but Im keeping the faith
Now, should I repeat the second verse?
Or maybe the third?
Its becoming absurd
But I gotta be straight on the line
And I wanna be high all the time
Well, I gotta be straight
Gottakeepthefaith, gottaplayitstraight
Givepeaceachance, sittingonafence
Gottatowtheline, sweetchildomine
Pushcomestoshove, allyouneedislove
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Sleepin Alone
This song was first released on the some days are diamonds album. it is the only album it appears on.
For someone whos got everything, life can still be rough
If things are what youre lookin for, theres never quite enough
And all the tea in china wont make a house a home
You can be a millionaire and still be sleepin alone
There might be some one night stands to ease the pain inside
Or someone you can call around if youve lost all your pride
Please dont be mistaken. I dont mean to put that down
I know theres times when anything is better than sleepin alone
Sleepin alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend
Sleepin alone can make you swear to God this night will never end
You know its not company you are lookin for
You know its not just pleasure, you know its somethin more
You know its not the answer if its not like comin home
If the one whos there doesnt really care, its worse than sleepin alone
Sleepin alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend
Sleepin alone can make you swear to God this night will never end
For someone whos got everything, life can still be rough
If things are what youre lookin for, theres never quite enough
And all the gold that glitters wont make a house a home
You can be a millionaire and still be sleepin alone
You might be a millionaire and still be sleepin alone
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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If Cold Make A Living
Chorus:
If I could make a livin' out of lovin' you,
I'd be a millionaire in a week or two,
I'd be doin' what I love, and lovin' what I do,
If I could make a livin' out of lovin' you.
Early in the morning, when the sun comes up,
I'm punchin' that clock on the wall,
Breakin' my back just to make you bucks,
Wishin' I was in your arms.
Chorus:
If I could make a livin' out of lovin' you,
I'd be a millionaire in a week or two,
I'd be doin' what I love, and lovin' what I do,
If I could make a livin' out of lovin' you.
--- Instrumental ---
Chorus:
If I could make a livin' out of lovin' you,
I'd be a millionaire in a week or two,
I'd be doin' what I love, and lovin' what I do,
If I could make a livin' out of lovin' you...
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Millionaire
Oh to be a millionaire not singular but multi
I'd buy a hotel in Bel Air
And play at Basil Fawlty
I'd gift you diamond rings so fine
How patiently you've waited
Then take you to some place to dine
Michael Winner actually rated.
I would pick you up in my Lotus
You would wear your poshest frock
And we'd head for the Henley boaters
At approximately Pimms o' clock
We'd take a glass of 'Bolli', laugh and say
Just what we should
You know I'd look a 'Wally'
I know that you'd look good.
Oh to be a millionaire
We'd fraternise with Branson
Donate to children's charities
Be thanked by Esther Rantzen
Rub shoulders with the glitterati
The Beckhams would be our mates
Throw some crazy Christmas party
Like the ones we used to hate.
Or i could take you away to the country
We could lead the peaceful life
Furnish our home with memories
New husband and new wife
The simple life I'm sure, with practice we'd enthuse
On second thoughts forget it
I'll go and book that cruise.
poem by Kevin East
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This Is The Lucky Country
This is the lucky Country but not for everyone
Not for the grieving mother who has buried her young son
Left to die on the roadway in a case of hit and run
Not for her the lucky Country when all is said and done.
This is the lucky Country for the new tattslotto millionaire
For to scoop the big jackpot such luck indeed seems rare
And though others they may tell you for to win you must be in
So many have to lose out for one to have a win.
This is the lucky Country a well known politician said
And on his huge retirement pension he won't go short of bread
He also said in future decades no Aussie child would know of poverty
His prophesy is off the mark how very wrong is he.
This is the lucky Country or so we have been told
But not every gold prospector finds a big nugget of gold
And like the big tattslotto winners and their type are quite rare
So many must grow poorer for each new millionaire.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Former Dunce Of The Classroom
The dunce of the Classroom in Primary School
Just due to lack of interest yet nobody's fool
One of the wealthiest people in his Hometown today
Wonders never cease as some are known to say
Big Brothers disciples he sure does impress
All of his business ventures have proved a success,
The smartest boy of the Classroom is not doing well
Of his life without success stories to tell
The former dunce of the Classrooom is a multi millionaire
His business thriving in a Worldwide economic depression such success stories are rare
He did come up the hard way to eventually succeed
A book on his rise to prominence would make a marvellous read
The dunce of his Classroom in the eighties and a multi millionaire today
A good one he cannot be kept down he came up the hard way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Search For Meaning In My Life
I search for meaning in my life but meaning i can't find
It's just like chasing shadows through the meadows in the
wind
My boss is off on holidays out cruising with his wife
And i wake at dawn to work for him there must be more to
life? .
I'm one of those who have helped to make that man a
millionaire
And yet for those who work for him he does not seem to care
If i quit this job tomorrow there will be one to take my
place
He will find another labourer to fill the vacant space.
There's surely more to life than this there must be an
easier way
Than working for a wealthy man to earn an honest pay
Perhaps in a few years from now the boss to me will say
You must make way for a younger man you've seen your better
day.
My boss is off on holidays out cruising with his wife
And i wake at dawn to work for him there must be more to
life
I'm one of those who have helped to make that man a
millionaire
And yet for those who work for him he does not seem to care.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Interregnum
Butcher the evil millionaire, peasant,
And leave him stinking in the square.
Torture the chancellor. Leave the ambassador
Strung by his thumbs from the pleasant
Embassy wall, where the vines were.
Then drill your hogs and sons for another war.
Fire on the screaming crowd, ambassador,
Sick chancellor, brave millionaire,
And name them by the name that is your name.
Give privilege to the wound, and maim
The last resister. Poison the air
And mew for peace, for order, and for war.
View with alarm, participant, observer,
Buried in medals from the time before.
Whisper, then believe and serve and die
And drape fresh bunting on the hemisphere
From here to India. This is the world you buy
When the wind blows fresh for war.
Hide in the dark alone, objector;
Ask a grenade what you are living for,
Or drink this knowledge from the mud.
To an abyss more terrible than war
Descend and tunnel toward a barrier
Away from anything that moves with blood.
poem by Weldon Kees
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Drunk Again
If I had a dollar bill for every time I've been wrong
I'd be a self-made millionaire and you'd still be gone
So hand me down my best dress shoes and my best dress shirt
Cause I'm going out in style to cover the hurt
And all I wanna do all day is spend it in bed
But that's bad for the body and even worse for my head
So I'll try and find a place where no one will ask me a thing
It'll help to forget and help me to sing
Cause now I'm drunk again
The means to my end
And I'm scared of myself
Cause now it's the same the faces and names
And I'm scared of myself again
Have you ever wanted to wake up from your dreaming
Scared you so bad you couldn't control your heart or your breathing
Well walk out the door with me on the floor
You don't care how I'm feeling
I guess a weak and tired and frightened man is no longer appealing
Some people have a gift of reaching right into your soul
and finding the whole and making it
bigger
Baby sometimes I think I catch ya crackin' cynical smiles
and in a short while you'll be my
heart's grave digger
Well there's not much I can do
Cause I'm at the mercy of you
So baby I guess we're through
Cause now I'm drunk again
The means to my end
And I'm scared of myself
Cause now it's the same the faces and names
And I'm scared of myself again
Cause now it's all the same the faces and the names
So go walk out the door you don't believe me no more
And I'm scared of myself again
If I had a dollar bill for every time I been wrong
I'd be a self made millionaire and I wouldn't be singing
song performed by by Reel Big Fish from Cheer Up
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Blue Collar Man
(Travis Tritt/Gary Rossington)
I don't like hangin' out with a high dollar crowd
I ain't no socialite I'm a little too loud
I don't do garden parties sippin' hot tea
Down in some honky tonk, brother
That's the place for me
A hard days livin' is all that I understand
Well, I owe my soul to MasterCard
I'm a blue collar man
I bust my bottom every day eight to five
I come home draggin' feelin' barely alive
The kids are screamin', house is turned upside down
Need a bulldozer just to find my way around
Don't like caviar, we like our soup from a can
Yeah, I keep my life simple
I'm a blue collar man
Don't need computers handlin' my bank account
Balance my checkbook there's a zero amount
Four-carat diamond's not on my lady's hand
We live a life rich folks could never understand
I make my livin' with these two hard workin' hands
Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man
Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man
I'm a blue collar man
I'm a blue collar man
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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On The Wayne Carey Scandal
The captain of the Kangaroos Football Club known for his dash and flair
And in the game of Australian rules a football millionaire
But he quit the Club in disgrace when news broke of his affair
With the wife of a team mate his future now elsewhere.
He breached the trust of his mate and was unfaithful to his own wife
And he must now try to save his marriage and get on with his life
He went back home to Wagga to hide away in shame
And many feel Wayne Carey might have played his last game
Of Australian Rules Football but without him the game will go on
And the North Melbourne club is still around though their ex captain from them gone
The Club's bigger than the individual is that's always been the case
And as good a player though he may be there's one to take his place.
He should have gone to a brothel for his bit on the side
Instead he had sex with his best mate's wife and their friendship he destroyed
The Roos fans had him on a pedestal and they called him the king
But like a silly person he did the silly thing.
My sympathies not with Carey or any sporting millionaire
My sympathies are with the poor and all people in despair
Like those brave souls who in leaky boats cross the dangerous southern seas
In search of a home they flee from war poor defenceless refugees.
Like those people interred in Woomera with numbers for their name
The Government of this great southern Land bring on their Country shame
They keep people behind barbed wire and their only crime is they
Have fled war lords and the bombs of foreign powers in their
Homelands far away.
The ex captain of the Kangaroos is back home in Wagga Wagga Town
And for his fall from grace he has himself to blame since he dragged himself down
And though I only wish him well my sympathies elsewhere
For my sympathies could never be with a disgraced football millionaire.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Everyone's a millionaire where promises are concerned.