I told the pretty blond-haired girl,
Who I met at the health food bar,
That she shouldn’t laugh at me
For driving such a shabby car.

“My dad just won the lottery
And he has just turned ninety-nine.
His health is poor; he’ll die real soon,
And then his money will be mine.”

She treated me with more respect,
She told me that her name was Ruth,
And that she’d like to meet my Dad
To see if I had told the truth.

It was a short time after that
Dad’s lawyer called that he was dead.
His new wife, Ruth, thought I might like
To be there when Dad’s will was read.