If I were a better man
I'd call it quits now
But I'm not
I am weak
And meek
And I shall inherit the world
I'm poor
So give us your money!
I won't keep it myself
I swear
I'm sure I'd feel more fulfilled
Giving it away on a stupidly large cheque
To some old child or other. . .
I'll buy an island
Somewhere in the pacific
Somewhere near Fiji
to be quite specific
I'll buy a yacht
"You'll buy a what!?"
A yacht, you see
Oh, how dreadfully vulgar. . .
But then you see,
With all my wealth
I'd put my health
Upon the shelf
And life is killing me. . .
Oh. . .
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