Cash my check on Friday and I play the lottery
Then I drive to where the whiskey isn’t watery
And until I’m richer than the Prince of Monaco
It’s a bummer when I gas up down at the Conaco
Then I meet my buddies at the tavern
Buy a round and talk about my pay
Though my credit’s always solid
I break out my skinny wallet
Flash a coupla fivers and I say

“I’m a self-made hundredaire
After Uncle Sam has got his share
I sure ain’t got much to spare
But the rest of it gets spent
On my family and friends
I’m a self-made hundredaire”

Talk of greener paychecks and the changes in the air
How those hybrid cars all run on hope n prayer
all our kitchen tables got a growing stack of bills
and the cost of heating in the winter gives me chills
O' we’re playin’ darts n eatin’ nachos
And we bet each other fifty bucks
Yeah, the nachos are like cardboard
But I’m lucky at the dartboard
And I win enough to gas my truck

Yeah, I’m a self-made hundredaire
After Uncle Sam has got his share
I sure ain’t got much to spare
But the rest of it gets spent
On my family and friends
I’m a self-made hundredaire

Now the barmaid’s job is hell
So we always tip her well
Try to treat her right, when we leave at night
Then she thanks us and she yells

Yeah, I’m a self-made hundredaire
After Uncle Sam has got his share
I sure ain’t got much to spare
But the rest of it gets spent
On my family and friends
I’m a self-made hundredaire

Hundredaire...
I'm a self-made hundredaire...

©2011 by Robert George & Cameron Earnshaw