I Can't Believe I'm Not A Millionaire

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
Dinner from Asda, no lobster in sight
Marcella: 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