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Words by stuffy shmitt
Music by dean friedman
Got a rich man’s dream. wanna swap my taxi on a limousine.
Wanna cash it in. wanna give it all away.
Got a poor man’s needs. beans in the bucket and love in the sheets.
And your sandy eyes. making it all all right.
Something’s calling on me...
And I don’t know where I’m going.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I got no place to be.
Honey, keep me company.
Woke peacefully in a town somehow in new jersey.
In my momma’s arms, rocking to the radio.
Now I sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building g.
Gotta lock the door. gotta hide the key.
Oh, baby, I’m free...
And I don’t know where I’m going.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I got no place to be.
Honey, keep me company.
Now maybe one day I’ll be a famous man with an la tan,
A million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars.
Or maybe one day I’ll be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands.
And your sandy eyes making it all all right.
Making it all all right.
Making it all all right. |
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