Lyrics

Usually I don’t go to Florida (no, not Florida!)
But I confess I’m in love with a mouse.
I’m not really one for vacations,
I don’t even own my own house.

Money isn’t the reason I live.
Numbers in a bank account don’t dictate how I give.
You know you are loved beyond measure.
Star Stuff on the inside, that’s your secret treasure.

I’m grateful for everything I’m given,
I’m grateful for everything that’s been taken away.
So many roller coasters I’ve ridden,
Still, some surprises left for another day.

Money isn’t the reason I live.
Numbers in a bank account don’t dictate how I give.
You know you are loved beyond measure.
Star Stuff on the inside, that’s your secret treasure.

Still I’ll shell out an exorbitant amount to escape
The drudgery of a rat race existence.
Best friends with a duck, yeah, I don’t give a cluck,
We’ll all be leaving this earth penniless.

Money isn’t the reason I live.
Numbers in a bank account don’t dictate how I give.
You know you are loved beyond measure.
Star Stuff on the inside, that’s your secret treasure.

Gone away to the Magic Kingdom,
Me and Goofy and a Dole whip we sip, sip, sip, sip.
Monorail ‘round we go to Polynesian, Joe’s.
Dreams only come true if you believe they do, and only you can make it so.

Money isn’t the reason I live.
Numbers in a bank account don’t dictate how I give.
You know you are loved beyond measure.
Star Stuff on the inside, that’s your secret treasure.

So if you need me, I’ll be jammin’ with Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey.
Me and Mouse in someone else’s house.