Never been a millionaire

and I tell you mama I don’t care

Never gonna own a race-horse

or a fast back mid-engine Porsche

Don’t think I’ll own a private jet

on the Stock Exchange I’m no threat

So won’t you help me make up my mind

Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home



Sitting in the moonlight glow

excuse me if my feelings show

Watching all the trucks roll by

dreaming up an alibi

You see, back home I’m considered the fool

but maybe they’re right I don’t know

So can’t you help make up my mind

Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home

Who cares



Daddy says he’ll buy me car

to drive just as far as I need

He wants me back at any expense

He’s got a lot more money than sense

Funny but now that I'm gone

they all wanna be concerned

Oh please can you make up my mind

Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home

Just don’t know what to do

Maybe I’ll walk, maybe I’ll ride, maybe I’ll never ever decide



Get out da way

I gotta get on home

I gotta get home as soon as I can