Words and music copyright 1998 by Steve Brooks

They tell me that work is a virtue.
So why ain’t I a success?
I’m working more and more hours,
And I’m bringing home less and less.
So, I’ll buy me a lottery ticket.
A lucky number I’ll pick,
And when somebody draws that number,
I’m gonna get rich quick.

There’s a letter that came in the mailbox,
Says I just won a bucket of green.
And all that it takes to claim it,
Is buying a few magazines.
I’ll empty the rest of my savings.
On a letter a stamp I will stick.
And when Ed McMahon comes calling,
I’m gonna get rich quick.

CHORUS
Get rich quick.
The pot is phenomenal.
Get rich quick,
The odds astronomical.
Get rich quick.
When work doesn’t pay,
It’s the new American way.

I’m going to work as a broker,
Playing at being a god.
I’ll make up a couple of mergers,
Cut out a lot of jobs.
I’ll do me some insider trading,
Put in a bit of a fix.
And before you can say “Mike Milken,”
I’m gonna get rich quick.

CHORUS

Get rich quick.
‘Cause life is a lottery.
Get rich quick,
A financial lobotomy.
Get rich quick.
I’ll be lucky tonight,
‘Cause P.T. Barnum was right.
Get rich quick.