I day clean for the Joneses
They have a big penthouse
The mistress would fall ill
If she saw a tiny mouse
They have a huge swim pool
Outside their many rooms
Their windows will seal off
If a howling typhoon looms
A butler will appear
When Master presses the bell
The butler has to look for
His toupee and hair gel
Their children\'s shoes and boots
Are made in Paris France
And as I cleaned their rooms
I went into a trance
I imagined MY penthouse
Up higher than their floor
It\'s bigger than the Joneses
With a massive strong red door
And right up on the rooftop
Pad\'s for my copter to land
To bring right to my red door
My most favourite band
My fancy yacht is berthed
At the dock far down below
My special elevator
Is fast and never slow
A girl does my manicure
The other does my toes
A masseur does my back
Till my rounded body glows
\"Wake up wake up Miss R
Your bus is now right here
Driver said he\'ll wait 5 minutes
You start at the penthouse dear.\"
I just read about the lengths some families would go to, to keep up with the Joneses (in my country it would be the Wongs, Alis or Muthus). They end up in debt and distress. I imagined what it would be like.....No thanks!