And stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches
And with a thread that's hard to follow
Hands of the clock give me a round of applause
It's a hard road when you know where you're going
It's getting to the stage where
For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before
Have turned into scabs and still I'm seeing double
But good God give me strength to face another lazy day of
"If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here"
Who remembers the good old games
I-spy, spit in your eye
You're welcome to keep it
Those around me who came up trumps
That seemed to fill our days
You came into my life like a brick through a window
I'm old, not wise, just worried
Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and
And it's harder when you know where you're not
And if you don't give a damn
And I'm looking twice my age
Your attention'll do
And I cracked a smile
So I'll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops
