Dean Friedman - Company lyrics

Words by stuffy shmitt Music by dean friedman Got a rich man's dream. wanna swap my taxi on a limousine. Wanna cash it in. wanna give it all away. Got a poor man's needs. beans in the bucket and love in the sheets. And your sandy eyes. making it all all right. Something's calling on me... And i don't know where i'm going. I don't know where i'm going. I got no place to be. Honey, keep me company. Woke peacefully in a town somehow in new jersey. In my momma's arms, rocking to the radio. Now i sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building g. Gotta lock the door. gotta hide the key. Oh, baby, i'm free... And i don't know where i'm going. I don't know where i'm going. I got no place to be. Honey, keep me company. Now maybe one day i'll be a famous man with an la tan, A million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars. Or maybe one day i'll be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands. And your sandy eyes making it all all right. Making it all all right. Making it all all right.