my wealth comes to me...
sittin' in his lawn chair
the green grass is shinin'
there's sprinklers everywhere
a man without a care
he's wearin' a cardboard crown
he's got nets in the sky
and meters in the ground
he's got a tap in every tree
my wealth comes to me...
in the middle of the cold, dark night
the tv turns on
it's the heavyweight fight
the house is warm and bright
when the mornin' comes crawlin' in
there'll be water from the faucet
and food from the store
it is as it has been before
my wealth comes to me...
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