Lonesome And Sad Millionaire - Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott

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The heating's broken down in the west wing

The tractor's stuck up in the field

Most of the workforce I care to employ

Ain't worth the harvest I yield

The horses need feeding, radiators need bleeding

The whole place is springing a leak

The drive's overgrown, the garden's not mown

And the phone hasn't rung in a week

When I look for my friends and I check all the pubs

It seems that not one of them's there

I wish I could sing the same for my look

I'm a lonesome and sad millionaire

The butcher's closed up in the 90s

Post office, the rest just like that

Every shop that I chose, either emptied or close

Every time I pop in for a chat

My big issue, delivered in rainstorm or blizzard

So I don't touch the hand of the poor

The gate is so high, the hedges touch the sky

So it's only the butler what saw

When I go to the bank and I check my account

It's always okay, it's all there

I wish I sing for the same for my friends

I'm a lonesome and sad millionaire

And they say there's a financial crisis

And they say that austerity's king

But these fountains don't flow where the money don't go

And a cherub don't piss from a spring

And now the planes are knee-deep to a giant

And the water's coming in round my ears

And the party they send, just like my friends

Won't turn up to save me for years

When I look for my friends and I check all the pubs

It seems that not one of them's there

I wish I could sing the same for my look

I'm a lonesome and sad

I'm a weary and bad

I'm a lonesome and sad

Millionaire

Millionaire...