I Want To Be A Billionaire

by Gregory Ego

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released January 8, 2015

Produced by Gregory Ego and Kirk Gill.
Recorded and Engineered by Kirk Gill.
Mixed by Gregory Ego.
Mastered at Airshow Mastering by Matt Sandoski.
Layout by Tom Lundin.
Photos by Gregory Ego.

Musician credits within individual track listings.

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Gregory Ego Denver, Colorado

Gregory Ego: a 21st Century singer-songwriter and theatrical shaman of angst. A purveyor of satire and psychedelia. Part social critic, part mystic. Fulfilling the old "intelligence is sexy" adage.

Gregory Daurer: author of the novel A Western Capitol Hill and a freelance scribe. His work has appeared in Juxtapoz, 5280, Headpress, The Huffington Post, Salon, Draft, Culture, and High Times.
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Track Name: Cinderella City
CINDERELLA CITY


Take me back to Cinderella City.
Take me back to Cinderella City.
Roll back the clock to 1980.
Take me back to Cinderella City.

Cinderella City is now ancient history.
She was a mega-mall,
A pride of the ‘60s, ‘70s, ‘80s, ‘9-…

Taco Buena fast food.
Feeling so damn hungry,
Dazed & Confused.
Take me back to Cinderella City.

Buying jeans and magazines.
Playing Galaga and Centipede.

That record store down in Cinder Alley:
I shopped there for music religiously.
Take me back to Cinderella City.

Take me back to Cinderella City,
That enchanted mart in Englewood.
Drop me off at the Shamrock Mall.
It would do the heart of this consumer good.

Love in 1987 at the C.C. Village Inn.
I can’t believe the excited state that I am in.

But all good things must come to pass.
She had to close her doors at last.
Take me back to Cinderella City.

Cinderella City couldn’t find her prince.
I saw them tearing her down off in the distance.
Tri-level tons of concrete thump.
My aching heart began to jump.
Take me back to Cinderella City.

Take me back to Cinderella City.
That enchanted mart in Englewood.
Drop me off at the Shamrock Mall.
It would do the heart of this consumer good.

Cinderella City, Thanks for the memories.
You are part of my personal mythology.

She represents the fall of The Tower:
You can’t stay a teenager forever.
Take me back to Cinderella City.

Take me back to Cinderella City.
Take me back to Cinderella City.
Roll back the clock to 1980.
Take me back to Cinderella City.

Take me back to Cinderella City.
Take me back to Cinderella City.
Take me back to Cinderella City.
Take me back to Cinderella City.
Track Name: Apart
APART

It would take a miracle to put us back together,
now that we have parted separate ways.
We split in two as if we were the Red Sea
and that’s the way that Moses let it stay.

I want no part of you; you want no part of me.
It’s part-and-parcel of our impossibility.

In Part I, I led you to the bedroom.
In Part IV, you shoved me out the door.
Our partnership lost the home game.
But, then again, who’s keeping score?

I want no part of you, you want no part of me.
It’s part-and-parcel of our impossibility.

We’re apart. We’re apart.

If we were a physics problem,
we’d appear more like particles than waves,
heading towards opposite ends of the cosmos.
We won’t have side-by-side graves.

I want no part of you, you want no part of me.
It’s part-and-parcel of our impossibility.

I couldn’t stand your behavior at parties.
You acted like you had a part in a play.
I expressed myself better through my privates,
than I did emotionally.

I want no part of you, you want no part of me.
It’s part-and-parcel of our impossibility.

We’re apart. Rendered apart.

We ended up like a salvage yard:
Our hearts were filled with broken parts.
We didn’t impart affection
as we took our parting shots.

I want no part of you, you want no part of me.
It’s part-and-parcel of our impossibility.

Two turtle doves & a partridge in a pear tree,
I won’t partake Xmas with you.
I rarely think of you on your birthday.
Or even when I have a drink or two.

I want no part of you, you want no part of me.
It’s part-and-parcel of our impossibility.

We’re apart.
We’re apart
Torn apart.
We’re apart.
Track Name: Toast
TOAST

You're the best thing since sliced bread.
If you’d give me a piece, I'd go out of my head.
I would butter you up, and gobble you down.
Spreading your jelly around and around, you're

Toast!
Toast!
Toast!
You're Toast!

You're better than bread in boiling beer
When it gets cold around here.
I salute your presence, dear.
I lift up my cup and start to cheer, you're

Toast!
Toast!
Toast!
You're Toast!

Here's to your health, here's to your eyes.
Here's to your charms that magnetize.
My heart was cold, but now it's browned.
You are the toast of the town.

Toast!
Toast!
Toast!
You're Toast!
Track Name: I Want To Be A Billionaire
I WANT TO BE A BILLIONAIRE


I want to be a billionaire.
A couple hundred million won't do.
I want a software monopoly.
I want to manipulate global currency.

I want to be a billionaire.
An oil sheik or an oil emir.
I'd call myself a philanthropist.
And you'd have nothing to fear.

Give me a cable network
And a herd of bison.
Give me my own airline
And aeronautics division.

Because I want to be a stealth billionaire:
You've never heard my name before.
Dressed up like a grubby duffer
At the corner store.

Because a billionaire wants to be…
Just like you.
And you're only a millionaire:
You haven't got a clue.

I want to be a billionaire...

If I was a billionaire, hmm,
I might be more concerned with prestige,
Instead of using my wealth
Wisely.

If I was a billionaire
I’d live off the interest
And resist the urge to splurge
So people wouldn’t think I was a spendthrift.

If I was a billionaire
I’d bring my bastard son a bag of chips
And watch the smile form
On his tiny, Southeast-Asian lips.

It’s not like I’ve got galaxies of wealth.
It’s not like I’ve got a googol of wealth.
It’s not like I’ve got a black hole of wealth.
What’s the use of wealth if you ain’t got your health?

They don’t teach you how to be
A billionaire at school.
No, they don’t teach you how to
Too successful.

You can’t win a billion dollars
On any silly show.
No, you can’t win a billion by calling up your friends
For a question you just don’t know.

I want to be a billionaire…

If I was a billionaire:
You'd invest in me on the stock market.
If I was a billionaire:
I would be a babe magnate.
If I was a billionaire:
I'd display savoir faire.
If was a billionaire:
I'd call you "late for dinner."

Give me my own island.
And a stadium for my team.
Give me a movie studio.
And a tuxedo-clad chimpanzee.
Track Name: Little People Sex Workers
LITTLE PEOPLE SEX WORKERS

We’re not in Kansas anymore.
The streets around here are hardcore.
Lonely cars filled with berserkers
& Little People Sex Workers.

This isn’t the court of Caligula.
It’s the Royal Court Motel.
This is not a freak show tent.
Unusual partners on call.

Little People Sex Workers…

You couldn’t make it in Gibtown
With all the decent folks.
The Siamese Twins rejected you
Because you’re a jerk.

So the human blockhead drilled you
like a nail right through his nose.
Then he threw out your little tush
with all your kiddie clothes.

Little People Sex Workers…

She’s barely legal, barely dressed.
Barely feels embarrassed.
Barely knows how to shuck & jive.
She is barely 3 foot 5.

3 foot 5 in her stocking feet.
3 foot 5 might be neat.
3 foot 5 gives him heat.
3 foot 5 to deplete.

He managed her ass into films
with Brothers twice her size.
A bouquet on Valentine’s Day.
He called her his prize.

Little People Sex Workers…

We’re not in Kansas anymore.
The streets around here are hardcore.
Lonely cars filled with berserkers
& Little People Sex Workers.
Track Name: Movement Of Energy
MOVEMENT OF ENERGY

Well, in the company of “On” and “Off,"
first there’s light and then there’s not.
First there’s freedom and then freedom is caught
in a bondage web-of-thought.

In the Movement of Energy.
Like the breeze through the trees.
Like the trees through the earth.
Like my body into dirt.

Winds of War and Winds of Change
Wind is thinning out my hair.
My body as a set of tools
to get me from here to there.

In the Movement of Energy.
Like the breeze through the trees.
Like the trees through the earth.
Like my body into dirt.

Movement of Energy.
Suddenly there’s light again and eyes can see.
And once eyes have seen what insight saw
You’ve grabbed the reins that attention will draw.

You left home, hit the road,
been on the road ever since.
Home is the path you seek:
a path not for the meek.

In the Movement of Energy.
Like the breeze through the trees.
Like the trees through the earth.
Like my body into dirt.

Balancing out my act.
Writing out a check.
Checking all my balances.
Putting out my neck.

In the Movement of Energy.
Like the breeze through the trees.
Like the trees through the earth.
Like my body into dirt.

Movement of Energies:
Feel the heat, feel the breeze.
The elements and their qualities:
the obvious and the subtleties.

I felt cold kisses of the rain.
Had the feeling of fire’s pain.
Been embraced in the hug of the earth.
Calculated breaths of air’s worth.

In the Movement of Energy.
Like the breeze through the trees.
Like the trees through the earth.
Like my body into dirt.

Movements redefining
The lines we bother analyzing.
Shutting down and gearing up,
Silence is going to disrupt.
Track Name: Matter Of Time
MATTER OF TIME

I look at the clock and I see your face.
Precious seconds all over the place.
The time of my life, a period of grace.
The time of my life, a period of grace.

It’s only a matter of time.
It’s only a matter of time.
Until our gazes intertwine.
As your heart keeps time next to mine.

I’m a slave to the clock, but a servant to you.
I’ll pleasure you like you want me to.
From dawn till dusk; at midnight, too.
From dawn till dusk; at midnight, too.

It’s only a matter of time.
It’s only a matter of time.
Until our gazes intertwine.
As your heart keeps time next to mine.

Time out, out for love.
Listening to the bells chime above.
Watching the stars vault the sky
With our naked eyes.
A time to feel satisfied.
A time to feel satisfied.

Eternity in a grain of sand.
Getting a feel for the lay of the land.
Into the sunset, hand in hand.
Into the sunset, hand in hand.

It’s only a matter of time.
It’s only a matter of time.
Until our gazes intertwine.
As your heart keeps time next to mine.

They say there’s no beginning,
They say there’s no end.
That’s the trick of creation.
We finish the equation.
We finish the equation.

It’s only a matter of time.
It’s only a matter of time.
Until our gazes intertwine.
As your heart keeps time next to mine.