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 

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?

Dinner from Asda, no lobster in sight 
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