True Blue - George Benson

Never been a millionaire

And I tell you, mama, I don’t care

Never gonna own a race-horse

Or a fast back mid-engine Porsche

Don’t think I’ll own a private jet

On the Stock Exchange, I’m no threat

So won’t you help me make up my mind?

Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home?

Oh yeah

Sitting in the moonlight glow

Excuse me if my feelings show

Watching all the trucks roll by

Dreaming up an alibi

You see, back home I’m considered the fool

But maybe they’re right, I don’t know

So can’t you help make up my mind?

Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home?

Who cares

Daddy says he’ll buy me a car

To drive just as far as I need

He wants me back at any expense

He’s got a lot more money than sense

Funny but now that I’m gone

They all wanna be concerned

Oh please, can you make up my mind?

Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home?

Just don’t know what to do, aw yeah

Maybe I’ll walk, maybe I’ll ride, maybe I’ll never ever decide

Ow

Get out the way

I gotta get on home, woo!

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I gotta get home as soon as I can, yeah

Gotta get home as soon as I can

Gotta get home as soon as I can, woo