Company

Words by Stuffy Shmitt

Music by Dean Friedman

Got a rich man's dream. Wanna swap my taxi on a limousine

Wanna cash it in. Wanna give it all away

Got a poor man's needs. Beans in the bucket and love in the sheets

And your sandy eyes. Making it all all right

Something's calling on me...

And I don't know where I'm going

I don't know where I'm going

I got no place to be

Honey, keep me company

Woke peacefully in a town somehow in New Jersey

In my momma's arms, rocking to the radio

Now I sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building G

Gotta lock the door. Gotta hide the key

Oh, baby, I'm free...

And I don't know where I'm going

I don't know where I'm going

I got no place to be

Honey, keep me company

Now maybe one day I'll be a famous man with an LA tan

A million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars

Or maybe one day I'll be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands

And your sandy eyes making it all all right

Making it all all right

Making it all all right