Well I was born six feet tall,
With no loving at all,
Had to rummage through my life of misery.
I had to go from place to place,
Never recognise my face,
I am the moody man you never ever see.
Well, one day I placed a bet,
With the money I had left,
Did not know what the future held for me.
Through all the suffering & the pain,
If theres one thing that I have gained,
That is the patience that I now receive.
Poor boy,
Rich boy,
Well, what you going to do boy?
Now that you´ve taken all the joy, oh, oh, oh.
And by the very next week,
I had headed a lucky streak,
I had won the lottery, four million pounds.
Opinion seemed to change so fast,
People hear that you have got cash,
? every single woman in this town.
Now I have got my limousine,
And the yacht upon the sea,
And the thousand friends I have never met before.
Through all the suffering & the pain,
But theres one thing that I have gained,
That is the knowledge that had when I was poor.
I was a poor boy,
Now I am a rich boy,
Well, what you going to do boy?
Now that you´ve taken all the joy, oh, oh, oh.
Zutons, The Ringtones