Money
Written by William Conway on Wednesday the 5th of October 2011
Laughing all the way to the bank and crying all the way back
And to top that I cut myself on a used needle in the haystack
I walked a mile in rich man's shoes, but they were size fours
So I'm less enterprising and a little more enter prize draws
All I've got is a lucky penny, I took my chances on holiday
Don't knock it but I tried opportunity's buzzer on the way
So now I must steal through slights of hand and slips of digits
And if I do fall short I feel a bit better when I trip midgets