Never been a millionaire   and I tell you mama 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      Sitting in the moonlight glow   excuse me if my feelings show   Watching all the trucks roll by   dreaming 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   Don’t you think I’d better get myself back home   Who cares      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'm gone   they all wanna be concerned   Oh please can you make up my 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      Get out da way   I gotta get on home   I gotta get home as soon as I can