early in the morning
just about the break of day
i’ll take a billion dollars out of the bank
and be on my way
i will head for the interstate
and stick out my thumb
with a billion dollars in my pocket
i will be a happy bum
a pretty girl will pick me up
a redhead or a blonde
she’ll ask, where you headed, buddy?
i will say, to hell and beyond
she will laugh appreciatively
with teeth so pearly white
she’ll say, don’’t worry big boy
i will get you there tonight
we will head on own the highway
in the wind and sun and rain
i have had this dream a million times
and am having it again
she will say, we have to make a stop
to pick my brother up
you may be in a hurry
but deal with it, buttercup
at a deserted crossroads
a filling station looms
no light is lit within it
in the rain and in the gloom
suddenly it hits me
like a ton of gold bricks
the blonde, the brother, and the night -
i am hip to all their tricks
my billion dollars will not save me
nor will the picture of my dog
i wish i was in monte carlo
or sleeping in a hollow log
i have had this dream a million times
because my heart is true
everybody has their dream
how about you?
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