Fourteen Million To One

What if I happened to win the lottery What would I do with the money Spend it on all kinds of frivolous things Or a year long trip with my honey Eat in restaurants three times a day Choose the richest item on the menu Act like a real old mucky muck And obnoxious no matter the venue They'd surely know I was 'nouveau riche' By my big mouth flamboyant air But I wouldn't care with a bulging wallet I'd do everything with panache and flair What a pipe dream I'm currently having As if this sweet old lovable jester Could be anything but the belle of the ball A vision of beauty in polyester Odds are about fourteen million to one So I won't be buying the beer More chance of becoming a cultural icon Like Mylie Cyrus or Britney Spears