Keep both my eyes transfixed on the prize
A high-rise to the blue skies my piece of the pie
Theres a hole in my heart that I know how to fill
Thats to light my cigarettes with a hundred dollar bill
Its all about cash flow the california dream
To make the grade you gotta make the green
My friend Im the champion Ive no time for losers
Never ask for nothin cause beggars cant be choosers

Lookin our for number oness a full time occupation
Ill 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 Ill pencil him in
Busy oh so busy I got no time to search
My sundays are all booked Ive got no time for church
Thats for those poor souls, dry as a stone
God bless this child cause this childs got his own.

Oh, let my pride fall down Im a little man

He who gets the most toys and dies is the winner
Im 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 Im 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 cant save your soul, dont think I can
I look to God and I feel like a little man.