[Verse 1] Six-fifteen, the alarm clock rings, Cheap coffee, burnt toast, simple things. A tail starts wagging by the door, Four paws dancing on the kitchen floor. I clip the leash, he pulls ahead, The whole world's his, or so he's said. [Chorus] My dog don't know what a stock option is, He don't care about the size of my fridge. He waits by the door with a beat-up toy, And that's the kind of rich I enjoy. [Verse 2] Penthouse window, fifty floors up high, A man sits alone with a glass and a sigh. The city sparkles, the phone is dead, A hundred rooms and an empty bed. He's got a doorman, a private chef, But nobody's waiting to lick his face to death. [Chorus] My dog don't know what a stock option is, He don't care about the size of my fridge. He waits by the door with a beat-up toy, And that's the kind of rich I enjoy. [Bridge] The millionaire counts his zeroes at night, I count the times my buddy's tail hits the light. He's got a safe full of gold and a heart full of space, I've got a mutt with a slobbery face. [Chorus] My dog don't know what a stock option is, He don't care about the size of my fridge. He waits by the door with a beat-up toy, And that's the kind of rich I enjoy. [Outro] Leash in my hand, sun going down, The richest man in this whole damn town.
