woke up this morning with a strange sense of dread brewed my own coffee made my own bed no breakfast laid out no freshly baked bread i had a pop tart instead fished through my closet to find a clean dress nothing s been washed the place is a mess mmmmmmm look for my limousine once more it s not there i can t believe i m not a millionaire where is the room that hosts my shoes the snooty butler and private mews my invitation to elton s bash but most of all where is my cash awwwwwwww dinner from asda no lobster in sight marcella tears at the check out this don t feel right and as i lug my bags up three flights of stairs i can t believe i m not a millionaire aaah uh i can t believe i m not a millionaire aaah uh i can t believe i m not a millionaire