| Laying low, hiding out in Mexico |
| Talking to friends through the eye of a video. |
| Scared to loose, surrounded by fools, you’re wanting lust to Shout it out, but there’s nothing left to talk about |
| Overhearing chance remarks, viewing movies in the dark, |
| And so your body stays alive but not your heart. |
| Losing all you are, to be a millionaire, a millionaire. |
| You remember how it used to be Making you smile like a half-forgotten melody |
| Oh it made you laugh when people pushed for autographs, |
| But now it seems your yesterdays |
| Are pictures on a yellow page. |
| Now you’ve found your hideaway, |
| Heavy shutters hide the day |
| You’ve got nothing left to lose except the night. |
| Oh yes you’ve earned the right to be a millionaire, |
| A millionaire. |
| 'Cause you’re a millionaire, you’ve got plenty to spare. |
| All the time in the world to go anywhere |
| If you lose it all would you really care? |
| Would it bruise you? |
| 'Cause it’s a masquerade in many ways, |
| It’s like wearing shades on a cloudy day |
| You know it don’t make the weather change, |
| But it fools you. |
| 'Cause you’re a millionaire, a millionaire. |
| And as the sand runs from the glass |
| And they whisper «gone at last» and the |
| Shadows come and go But never pass |
| Oh bad times never last, when you’re a millionaire, |
| A millionaire. |