Millionaire Blues

I woke up this morning, my jacuzzi wouldn't work

Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? Jerk

Must've been my artistic temperament he couldn't take

How come nobody wants to give me a break?

I got the blues right there, mean and low

I'm as low as the heels of my alligator shoes

You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues

Millionaire blues

Oh, well, I found one of my bathrooms and I, I made it to the sink

I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink

Oh, I swear, I'd kill that little weasel if I could

Checked myself in the mirror, my hair was lookin' good but

I had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and low

As low as the heels of my alligator shoes

You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues

Millionaire blues, my, get down

Well, so much for breakfast, I couldn't face lunch

I, I thought I'd raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch

I take the Lamborghini, the flunky parks the car

Can you believe it, man? This other monkey won't let me in the bar

I said, I said, "Don't you know who I am, man?" And he says, "No"

No, can you believe it?

I'm as low as the heels of these alligator shoes

You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues

These millionaire blues

To have these millionaire blues

Millionaire blues

That bad, that's bad, that's bad

Yeah, so hard

It's hard sometimes for a boy

I like that

That's good

Get down

You're making a very big mistake, man

Oh, yeah, you'll never work in this town again

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