People say to me, what you think you're gonna be
When I tells them I see laughter in their eyes
If you want an explanation,
I've found me true vocation
Though me answer seems to take them by surprise
There ain't no good jobs to be found
round Bethnal Green or Canning Town
Bar a councillor, a magistrate or mayor
But I just sit and laugh,
cos I'd really like not half to be a working class millionaire
I don't wanna be a clerk,
a conductor or a spa Life's too short for working who knows where
So I just sit back and dream,
forget the hours is in between And be a working class millionaire
I'd have a mansion down in Bow,
where all me mates could go A carriage and a team
of Dapwell greys And on the lawn I'd have a seat,
for tired pairs of feet Of folks
that's walked in search of better days
There'd be a lion either side of the gateway to the
drive A statue of Lloyd George would greet me guests
And in the marble halls,
gold posts painted on the walls And
other things the ousted crowd detests
I don't wanna be a clerk,
a conductor or a spa Life's too short for working who knows where
So I just sit back and dream,
forget the hours is in between And be a working class millionaire
So now I've got this palace grand,
it sounds like something down the strand Well it ain't,
it's down by Royal Albert Dock
The boats sail in an hour,
and the word is passed about There's
a welcome at me mansion if you knock
Yes
it's a simple life for me,
that's all I want you see That's all the Cockney pride in me expects
There's nothing can compare,
with an eastern millionaire That's used
to living just from one day to the next
I don't wanna be a clerk,
a conductor or a spa Life's too short for working who knows where
So I just sit back and dream,
forget the hours is in between And be a working class millionaire