The Millionaire歌词
T'was early Friday mornin' as I cycled into town
The front wheel it was wobblin' and the mud guard fallin' down
The two legs of me trousers were held up with bits of twine
And a pension book kept telling me a pint would soon be mine
How are you Mr. Murphy, said the postal clerk to me
Not too bad, says I, for a man of 73
The fox came to me house last night and stole me only duck
"Buy a lottery ticket", she says, "It might change your luck."
Well I took the little girls’ advice and I gave to her a pound
Outside I scratched me ticket with the penknife I had found
Well I nearly dropped me trousers and I grew a head of hair
When I realized I was a bloody millionaire
No more hay or turf to save, no more feedin' calves
One kick from me big boot and the bike was in two halves
I headed for the local, sure I was feeling great
And friends I never knew I had came in to celebrate
Not long after that I had a new suit on me back
A new red car outside the door with a telephone on the rack
Me wife was wearing a blonde wig where her gray head used to be
And the Wellington tracks had disappeared from just below her knee
I sat there admiring the new dress that she wore
A lovely set of teeth she had installed the day before
I held her oh so tightly like when I was a groom
And we looked rich and graceful as we waltzed around the room
Well then I got an awful shock, I thought I’d nearly die
I spied my ugly missus as I opened up one eye
With rollers in her old gray head she nearly made me sick
"Get up and milk the cows", she says, "you ravin’ lunatic."
It was then I realized that it was all a dream
The cow was lowing in the field and the cat was at the cream
Our bike was thrown in the hedge, me trousers had a shine
ah but twas lovely while it lasted, that winnin’ dream of mine
The front wheel it was wobblin' and the mud guard fallin' down
The two legs of me trousers were held up with bits of twine
And a pension book kept telling me a pint would soon be mine
How are you Mr. Murphy, said the postal clerk to me
Not too bad, says I, for a man of 73
The fox came to me house last night and stole me only duck
"Buy a lottery ticket", she says, "It might change your luck."
Well I took the little girls’ advice and I gave to her a pound
Outside I scratched me ticket with the penknife I had found
Well I nearly dropped me trousers and I grew a head of hair
When I realized I was a bloody millionaire
No more hay or turf to save, no more feedin' calves
One kick from me big boot and the bike was in two halves
I headed for the local, sure I was feeling great
And friends I never knew I had came in to celebrate
Not long after that I had a new suit on me back
A new red car outside the door with a telephone on the rack
Me wife was wearing a blonde wig where her gray head used to be
And the Wellington tracks had disappeared from just below her knee
I sat there admiring the new dress that she wore
A lovely set of teeth she had installed the day before
I held her oh so tightly like when I was a groom
And we looked rich and graceful as we waltzed around the room
Well then I got an awful shock, I thought I’d nearly die
I spied my ugly missus as I opened up one eye
With rollers in her old gray head she nearly made me sick
"Get up and milk the cows", she says, "you ravin’ lunatic."
It was then I realized that it was all a dream
The cow was lowing in the field and the cat was at the cream
Our bike was thrown in the hedge, me trousers had a shine
ah but twas lovely while it lasted, that winnin’ dream of mine
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