Keep both my eyes transfixed on the prize A high-rise to the blue skies my piece of the pie There's a hole in my heart that I know how to fill That's to light my cigarettes with a hundred dollar bill It's all about cash flow the California dream To make the grade you gotta make the green My friend I'm the champion I've no time for losers Never ask for nothin 'cause beggars can't be choosers
Lookin' our for number ones's a full time occupation I'll give to me myself and I my own salvation Some people try to tell me God can save me from my sin But God can take a number and I'll pencil Him in Busy oh so busy I got no time to search My Sunday's are all booked I've got no time for church That's for those poor souls, dry as a stone God bless this child 'cause this child's got His own.
Oh, let my pride fall down I'm a little man
He who gets the most toys and dies is the winner I'm livin' the high life with lobster tail dinners My Lexus, my yacht, my gold chains and rings These are a few of my favorite things But most of all I keep my billfold the closest to my heart House decorated with million dollar works of art Roll with the Bigwigs they think I'm the man But then I stop and look and think about how big I really am
Mammon is an unforgiving God, I cast him away I live my life to God, not to get paid Money can't save your soul, don't think I can I look to God and I feel like a little man.