Wait For My Limousine

I wait for my limousine

With two thumbs up on a cold dark street

I take everything with me

In a big brown bag at the side of my feet

My wallet needs sympathy

Could you spare some change for a man in need?

As I wait for my limousine…

I wait for my limousine

To pull up here beside my new shed 

And take all my misery

Back to the place where the first man said,

“Money isn't everything”

He never had to eat stale bread

I wait for my limousine…

I wait for my limousine

As I rake up change for the oyster’s pearl

I'd trade just about anything

To make my mark on the big bad world

They say, “money isn't everything”

They never had to live on the cold dark street

I can't pay for anything

So I wait for my limousine…