Little Man — текст песни (Supertones)

Keep both my eyes transfixed on the prize

A high-rise to the blue skies my piece of the pie

Theres a hole in my heart that I know how to fill

Thats to light my cigarettes with a hundred dollar bill

Its all about cash flow the california dream

To make the grade you gotta make the green

My friend Im the champion Ive no time for losers

Never ask for nothin cause beggars cant be choosers



Lookin our for number oness a full time occupation

Ill give to me myself and I my own salvation

Some people try to tell me God can save me from my sin

But God can take a number and Ill pencil him in

Busy oh so busy I got no time to search

My sundays are all booked Ive got no time for church

Thats for those poor souls, dry as a stone

God bless this child cause this childs got his own.



Oh, let my pride fall down Im a little man



He who gets the most toys and dies is the winner

Im livin the high life with lobster tail dinners

My lexus, my yacht, my gold chains and rings

These are a few of my favorite things

But most of all I keep my billfold the closest to my heart

House decorated with million dollar works of art

Roll with the bigwigs they think Im the man

But then I stop and look and think about how big I really am



Mammon is an unforgiving god, I cast him away

I live my life to god, not to get paid

Money cant save your soul, dont think I can

I look to God and I feel like a little man.