The street that we live on. Ain't no yellow brick road. This paycheck that I bring home. Sure ain't no pot of gold. . When people dream. They don't wish they were us.
The street that we live on. Sure ain't no yellow brick road. This paycheck that I bring home. Sure ain't no pot of gold. When people dream they don't wish they were us.
This street that we live on. Ain't no yellow brick road. And this pay check that I bring home. Sure ain't no pot of gold. . When people dream. They don't wish they were crooks.