Well I gotta dream, its kinda obscene
Long tall women, in longer limousines
Drinkin' champagne from Italian shoes
Throwing money out the door and listening to blues
I'm gonna play tonight till the morning light
For something we all want to own, a cool million

Well I've seen my share of people that care
Fix you up then they set you down, get tangled up in your hair
Well I'll ber on loan maybe get a phone
Surf across my hard wax floor
Keep on knocking I'll open the door

I'm gonna play tonight till the morning light
For something we all want to own, a cool million

Well I've been around with second class clowns
Always drunk with a big red nose
Spill their troubles all over your clothes
It ain't such a drag, so go ahead and grab
Fruit-a-hanging from the tree
Enough for you enough for me

I'm gonna laugh tonight till the morning light
For something we all wanna own, cool million

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHUCK PROPHET, DANIEL GORDON STUART, GLYN JOHNS