Super700 Millions
i open my umbrellaand i put on my coat
and a waterproof make-up
just the way i've been told
i put my favorite dress on
and the best of my socks
take a bath and a shower
and the soap from the box
with one hand at the papers
i stir around in my cup
put bread in the toaster
and the juice in the mug
there could come millions of you
and i might trip but would not fall
as i look out the window
it's chucking it down
and i pull up the curtain
i hear the noise of my town
wipe the sleep off my eyes
i switch off the clock
had the funniest dream
click clock tick tock
there could come millions of you
and i might trip but would not fall
