Chas3 Morgan — Midget Money

Huh, boy, you're getting sick and tired, man.
I get up early before the sun,
I go to work till the work is done,
Listening to the boss man screaming, telling me what to do.
Heh.
Pray every day for my life to change,
And wish the lottery would call my name and say,
"Congratulations, Mr.
Morgan,
You're a millionaire." Someday that boss man will wash my car while I watch and smoke a big cigar.
Just wait, just wait till I get my money, oh yeah.
Just wait, just wait till I get my money, you wait.
I'll live up to my reputation,
And everyone will know me as the weatherman,
'Cause I'll be making it rain everywhere I go.
Heh.
Every night I'll be out at the bar,
Drinking Crystallized and caviar.
Just wait, just wait till I get my money, oh yeah.
Just wait, just wait till I get my money.
Money, money, money, money.
I've traveled all over Africa: USA and Canada, China, Japan,
And India.
Weared on under in Australia, go to Europe on a vacation,
Sail the seas of the Caribbean,
Go see my friends in South America,
Do Morengue and drink beer and.
Just wait, just wait till I get my money, you wait.
Just wait, just wait till I get my money.
My money, my money, my money.
Just wait, just wait till I get my money.
Me money, me money.
Just wait, just wait till I get my money.
Oh, Mr.
Boss Man, you better wear, you better wear—listen,
You're gonna see all the money in your face.
You better wear, you better wear—Mr.
Boss, when you're gonna see, I'll sing to you.
Wait, just wait till I get my money.
Hear that?