Got a rich man's dream. want to swap my taxi on a limousine.
Want to cash it in. want to 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.
Friedman Dean - Company Lyrics
Friedman Dean - Company Lyrics
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Got a rich man's dream. want to swap my taxi on a limousine.
Want to cash it in. want to 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.
Want to cash it in. want to 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.
Writer: STEPHEN SONDHEIM
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC