Well,
I get up every morning thinking today might be the day
when my landlord stops a-calling and my luck's about to change.
And all these bills that ain't been paid,
I can't forget.
Ain't happened yet.
I keep filling out the paper,
I keep waiting by the phone.
When Ed McMahon comes a-knocking,
I'll be sure to be at home.
It'll be like Christmas in July when I cash the check.
It ain't happened yet.
But I'm keeping optimistic,
packed my bags and got my ticket.
But when my ship comes rolling in,
guess I'll be alright till then.
But
now I'm standing at the station,
even got on my Sunday best,
and I got my reservation.
I'm waiting on a good life express,
and I can't wait to get out from under.
All this debt
ain't happened yet.
You say love is transcendental,
and that money just can't buy.
That my problem's purely mental,
and that true love will survive.
Well, excuse me while I place another bet.
Ain't happened yet.
No.
But I'm keeping optimistic,
packed my bags and got my ticket.
But when my ship comes rolling in,
guess I'll be alright till then.
Mm.
That's why I'm moving to New York.
Moving to the East Side,
looking for a free ride on that good life,
good life express.
I'm waiting on a good, waiting on a good life.
It ain't happened yet.
Waiting on a good, waiting on a good life.
It ain't happened yet.
Thanks
a lot, everybody.