The following is a [bad word] story
Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty- 

Welll I left my job in my home town
And I headed for the smoke
Got a rock'n'roll band and a fast right hand
Gonna get to the top
Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing 

So if you've got the money, we've got the sound
You put it up and we'll put it down
If you got the dollar, we got the song
Just wanna boogie woogie all night long
(Yeh boogie) 

I got holes in my shoes
I got holes in my teeth
I got holes in my socks
I can't get no sleep
(I'm trying to make a million) 

And I got patches on the patches
On my old blue jeans
Well they used to be blue
When they used to be new
When they used to be clean 

But I've got a momma whose a hummer
Whose keeping me alive
While I'm in the band, doing drinking with the boys
She's working nine to five
(She knows her place that woman) 

But just you wait-
One of these days see me driving round town
In my rock'n'Rolls Royce with the sunroof down
My bottle of booze, no summertime blues
Shouting out, "look at me"
In my rock'n'roll voice 

Cause it Ain't No Fun, Waiting Round To Be Millionaire
No, it Ain't No Fun, Waiting Round To Be Millionaire 

'Hello Howard, how you doin' friend, next door neighbor?"
"Oh yeah...Get your [bad word]  jumbo jet off my airport."
Ain't No Fun