17 October 2012
I've been living off of questions, With Chris Tarrant by my side, All of my lifelines, in their hundreds, Have agreed I should decide.
I've got my finger on my tongue, And ABCD boiling up, I just can't tell if it's the one, To cut my my cheque-in sum abrupt.
My mouth is almost round the words, Yes, I confirm my final answer, But I just can't shake this feeling, That I'm jester, not the dancer.
Just a single slip of tongue, Will turn my routine crash and burn, Into a helter skelter run, Retracting everything I earn.
This game is now a game of life, I'm cashing every day I live, Into a millionaire's estate, Where I deduct the words I give.
This world is staring me to death, And scaring 50/50 down, Before I draw my final breath, I'll play the betting foolish clown.
Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? • Opuss № I