This is our town, this place we share
we’ve got lions, on our town square
old mills, big hills and Smithills Dean
no frills, aside from our home team
Rivington if you want fresh air
You’ll not find many millionaires
but dreams survive, with wear and tear
for what could be, or should have been
This is our town
London’s alright, but can’t compare
with Bolton where, I much prefer
Ye Olde pasties, Holden’s ice cream
Moss Bank Park and moorlands of green
why would I want to live elsewhere?
This is our town.
Millions of men
Millionaires everywhere
Just trying my best
He earned over a million in 2016
Then he did it again in 2017...
Did he redistribute his earnings to the poor
Did he sacrifice any creature comforts to cure
All the world's ills, which we know --
'Cos Comrade Bernie's told us so --
Requires replacing evil capitalist societies
With Comrade Bernie's socialist pieties
Here's some really astonishing news
Even millionaires shop at Wallymart
Doesn't matter how rich people are
A bargain's still close to their heart
Haven't seen any limousines yet
At our local Wallymart store
But surveys say it's definitely true
They also like paying less for more
You know most millionaire people
Probably resemble you and me
Hard to tell when they're in the store
But drive off in their Jaguar XKE
Imagined the men wearing tux & tails
With the ladies in their sequined gowns
Guess they no longer dress like that
When us normal people are around
My mind's back in the roarin' twenties
But this is the year twenty-eighteen
Maybe my rich uncle will pass away
Leaving me shares in AT&T
With sand dollars in our pockets
we could live without a care;
I would lasso two sea horses;
we would ride them everywhere.
A simple life of freedom
would be yours and mine to share;
living solely for each other
on a silver strand somewhere.
Oh, the heartache men would barter
just to smell the sweet sea air
unencumbered by the burdens
that came upon them unaware.
They would trade a pile of money
For a day without fanfare,
Walking barefoot on white beaches--
just sand dollar millionaires.
Copyright, July 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Here's some real astonishing news
Even millionaires shop at Wallymart
Doesn't matter how rich people are
A bargain's still close to their heart
Haven't seen any limousines yet
At our local Wallymart store
But surveys say it's definitely true
They also like paying less for more
You know a lot of millionaire people
That resemble you and me
Hard to recognize when in the store
But drive off in a Jaguar XKE
Imagined the men wearing tux & tails
With the ladies in their sequined gowns
Guess they no longer dress like that
When us normal people are around
My mind's back in the roarin' twenties
But this is the year twenty-thirteen
Maybe my dear uncle will pass away
Leaving me some shares in AT&T
© Jack Ellison 2013
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