I'Ll Be a 'Naire Yet

To be a millionaire With all of the fanfare May never be my fate Since I started too late Sure I have some savings But they’re barely shavings Compared to the stout tree That a millionaire be I’m not a malcontent But I kind of resent That my saved pile of dough Is short one more zero Though I keep working hard I think that I am barred In becoming a ‘naire Which seems so far from fair But that got me thinking I’m not a ship sinking I could become a ‘naire Maybe one that’s quite rare How ‘bout a husband-naire Though with some graying hair With home as my palace It has a smug status Or be an enjoyer As a great employer Of huge business affairs When I’m a boss-inaire! Or let life unravel When I go and travel And visit everywhere As a vacation-aire I’ll become debonair As the best lover-naire Since something was missing Like passionate kissing Yet don’t start concluding There’s no wife eluding For in all due fairness She is my babe-nairess Yet I cannot deny I’m that everyday guy Who is always there A regular-guy-naire! And since I do well at Or rather excel at I have become that rare Normal-guy-tycoonaire!`