Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim for better things.

That finger, finger of faith comes out and
touches me,
It`s better, better late than never for
honesty,
That sender, go and send yourself
another dream.

Go and send yourself away, go and
dream,
Go and dream, go and send yourself
away.

Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim for better things.

Your so tender, tender eyes, release that
golden view.
It`s simple, simple friendship, flowers are
passed to you,
Your picture, picture perfect, pathways
are laid for you.

Go and send yourself away, go and
dream,
Go and dream, go and send yourself
away.

Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All I do is aim for better things