Dreaming By Numbers
I have a friend in prison making registration plates
I’ve given him some numbers that I hope he duplicates
Once I get them on the market we will both be millionaires
They have digits corresponding to some meter maids’ with airs
There are hidden little magnets to hold them all in place
And they sell in sets of fifty every one a different face
I’ve ordered me a hundred matching troopers’ private cars
If they answer all citations they will maybe move to mars
I sold a hundred thousand whose owners I don’t know
They ordered them by number in sets of twenty four
It isn’t just the money that makes me feel so fine
It’s a sense of satisfaction that approaches the divine
My favorite little customer was dressed in robes of black
She’s taking up collections and then she’s coming back
If that’s any indication of the way the people feel
They’ll be changing registration to unlisted on the wheel
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