Woke up this morning with a strange sense of dread
Brewed my own coffee, made my own bed
No breakfast laid out, no freshly baked bread
I had a pop tart instead
Fished through my closet to find a clean dress
NothingÂ's been washed, the place is a mess, mmmmmmm
Look for my limousine, once more itÂ's not there
I canÂ't believe IÂ'm not a millionaire

Where is the room that hosts my shoes
The snooty butler and private mews
My invitation to EltonÂ's bash
But most of all, where is my cash?
Awwwwwwww

Dinner from Asda, no lobster in sight
Marcella: Tears at the check out, this donÂ't feel right
And as I lug my bags up three flights of stairs,
I canÂ't believe IÂ'm not a millionaire
Aaah-uh
I canÂ't believe IÂ'm not a millionaire
Aaah-uh
I canÂ't believe IÂ'm not a millionaire