Woke up this morning A black mirror watching over me Brick wall outside my apartment window A sundial to measure days steadily Pixels on a 30 inch telly Ain't the tits always bigger on the screen Hand on the clicker, stream to stream It's my world, I'm Sandler, switching scenes It's nothin' new on, just repeats Ain't seen a soul in 'bout three weeks Don't move my lips, I hardly speak These grave shifts are killing me Saving up for a humble abode Right on the coast Where I can smell the roses Lower my defenses There's a Benz on the lawn What are the chances (what are the chances) I won't ever see the neighbors Cause we'll be sitting on 25 acres Someday, someday, someday Our money troubles will be yesterday I walked to the corner To get some fresh eggs to eat A man stands outside the store front Another begs, on his knees He said: Please, could you spare me something I've got two children to feed Swear that I don't mean to bother But you'd ask the same if you were me Said every day I wake I plead That someone kind looks out for me So my son and daughter see Ain't dumb to dream, you see Saving up for a humble abode Right on the coast Where I can smell the roses Lower my defenses There's a Benz on the lawn What are the chances (what are the chances) I won't ever see the neighbors 'Cause we'll be sitting on 25 acres Someday, someday, someday Our money troubles will be yesterday Oh dear, I know you're grown up now So, I'm happy that you doing things that makes me happy as a grandma You ain't troubled, you know? I don't want nothin' to happen to you, cause Lord I don't know what I would do My first grand I don't know But I'm not gonna take anything from my little grandson I want to see him improve on doing what he loves When he become a millionaire, then he can send grandma a scratch ticket that will win big from over there