Little Man

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.