He shot his mother down
With a gun that he had found
He dragged her by the hair
And he sat her in a chair
He knew that he was wrong
Now all his friends were gone
But Terrys only care
Was to be a millionaire
At school he played the fool
And on linoleum he ruled
The other children stared
But he would kick and pull their hair
He knew that he was wrong
Now all his friends were gone
But Terrys only care
Was to be a millionaire
Remember Terrys song
And your future wont be long
You can be happy where you are
Or as lonely as a star
You can be happy where you are
Or as lonely as a star
But Terrys only care
Was to be a millionaire.
… WAS IT LIKELY?
(Antony and Royston Langdon)