Never met a millionaire,
and tell you momma, I don't care
Never gonna own a race-horse
or a fast back mid-engine Porsche
Don't think I'll own a private jet,
on the Stock Exchange I'm no threat
So won't you help me make up my mind?
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home?
Sittin' in the moonlight glow,
excuse me if my feelings show
Watchin' all the trucks go by,
dreamin' up an alibi
You see, back home I'm considered the fool,
but maybe they're right, I don't know
So can't you help make up my mind?
Daddy says he'll buy me car
to drive, just as far as I need
He wants me back at any expense,
he's got a lot more money than sense
Funny but now that I've grown
they all wanna be concerned
Oh pleas, can you make up your mind?
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home?
Just don't know what to do
Maybe I'll walk, maybe I'll ride, maybe I'll never ever decide