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