Happy Millionaire

(Would you be a)
(You)
(Could you be)

I don’t think I’ve ever been this broke before
But I’m a spender with a lazy work life
I like perfume, the smell of new Air Force’s
But I can’t find a break
I got a friend who lives in California
He’s living golden but he can’t afford to be
Left alone with all the paper rolling
Oh the walls are built thin
But I could own a bar
Where I’d smoke cigars
Or take a ride down the boulevard’

Oh who
Wouldn’t be a happy millionaire
Oh you
Could you be happy a millionaire?

Scratching tickets ’till my name gets dirty
A million-dollar pocket’s picking up the phone
All the boys and girls are getting flirty
Please just leave me alone
At the ball they all got fancy clothing
I always wondered what they’re hiding underneath
But once inside behind the smile’s they’re showing
It’s all an apathy machine
But I could own a bar
And I’d play guitar
And I’d start a band
I’d be a new rockstar

Oh who
Wouldn’t be a happy millionaire?
Oh you
Could you be happy a millionaire?
Oh who
Wouldn’t be a happy millionaire?
Oh you
Could you be happy a millionaire?

(Would you be happy?)
Oh who
Wouldn’t be a happy millionaire?
(Could you be happy?)
Oh you
Could you be happy a millionaire?
(Would you be happy?)
Oh who
Wouldn’t be a happy millionaire?
(Could you be happy?)
Oh you
Could you be happy a millionaire?
Oh who
Wouldn’t be a happy millionaire?
Oh you
Could you be happy a millionaire?