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  • Could I interest you in a little something special
    Pay the earth but if you have no money
    Your attention'll do
    And if you don't give a damn
    You're welcome to keep it
    It's a hard road when you know where you're going
    And it's harder when you know where you're not
    So I'll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops
    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"
    Hands of the clock give me a round of applause
    For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before
    Have turned into scabs and still I'm seeing double
    And I'm looking twice my age
    It's getting to the stage where
    I'm old, not wise, just worried
    And stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches
    And with a thread that's hard to follow
    You came into my life like a brick through a window
    And I cracked a smile
    Who remembers the good old games
    That seemed to fill our days
    Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and
    I-spy, SPIT in your eye
    Those around me who came up trumps
    Would always get down on their knees to brag
  • Could I interest you in a little something special
    Pay the earth but if you have no money
    Your attention'll do
    And if you don't give a damn
    You're welcome to keep it
    It's a hard road when you know where you're going
    And it's harder when you know where you're not
    So I'll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops
    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"
    Hands of the clock give me a round of applause
    For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before
    Have turned into scabs and still I'm seeing double
    And I'm looking twice my age
    It's getting to the stage where
    I'm old, not wise, just worried
    And stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches
    And with a thread that's hard to follow
    You came into my life like a brick through a window
    And I cracked a smile
    Who remembers the good old games
    That seemed to fill our days
    Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and
    I-spy, SPIT in your eye
    Those around me who came up trumps
    Would always get down on their knees to brag