Chorus:
 I'll send a telegram marked urgent, urgent
 I hope it gets to my door, my big, big, door.
 I'm going free if they kill me.
 Cuz this ain't much better anyway, so just push it away.

 Oh success. That elusive brainchild of greed, something you want not need, face it cuz money can't by true friendship or trust. And applause will never be any substitute for love but not me man check it out!

 (Repeat chorus)