When I Win The Lottery

When I win the lottery, and I’m talkin’ a big fat sum
I’ll collect it in my Lambo, Gucci label on my bum
No need for the annuity, print my name on the giant cheque
Let Tiffany’s know, that momma needs
A little sumthin’ for her neck

The odds are that I’ll lose it, 70% in the first five years
Indulging in impulse spending, and pulling a Britney Spears
The rich won’t think I’m rich enough, but my friends will think it’s fine
When we’re touring the vineyards in Tuscany,
And drinking a shit-ton of wine

I’ll build homes for the many homeless, fund a cure for all the cancers
Feed the starving kids in Africa, rehabilitate exotic dancers
Some money will go to family, eliminating their biggest bill
The rest to our new retirement home, welcome to MacLeanville!

You’ll notice I said ‘when’ not ‘if’ for it’s just a matter of time
My pool boy tires from fanning me, while I sip vodka/soda with lime
I’m going to hit the Jackpot, I can feel it in my soul
Till then you’ll find me at Plymouth Rock, cause that’s how Pilgrim’s roll.

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  1. A Dare

    That car looks good on you Lori. I would kike a ride to Las Vegas and back.

  2. Jodi

    Take me for a ride !

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