Well, if my album sold a million,
my label would love me
I'd be a hero of the underground
on the radio almost constantly
You know, my fame would be shortlived
Everyone would be so bored
They'd say that the fame's gone to my head
and no one would buy my records anymore
Well, I'd get a job at a cafe
serving tea and cake
I'd tell anyone who had a mission
that they were making a huge mistake
Then my fans would find this song
discover that I have prophetic skills
and all my albums would be re-released
and I'd live in Beverly Hills