And now, that June is here
So I face, my home accountants
My friends, I'll say it clear
Then stash my cash from a local chaplain

I've built, a pot that's full,
I invest each and every Friday
I know too much 'bout this
How I get my pay

Paychecks, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did, what I had to do
To kiss my 'Queens' [Like how Americans refer a $100 bill as a 'Benjamin Franklin, we in New Zealand refer a $20 note as the Queen (Queen Elizabeth II), with tax exemptions

I planned, each line I call
Each single slip, before the first game
And more, much more than this.
That's how I get paid.

Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bid more, for all that I can choose
But through it all, when there was doubt
I weighted them up, and sit them out.
I've seen it all, and I stood tall
And I got my pay.

I've tried points starts, combined
First one to score, heads up, and margins
And now as time ticks by, I found them all so intriguing
Now think, I called all that, and may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, no I don't bet
I have earned my pay

For such a poor man, what have I got
If I do bet, then I have naught
I'll show the world, of all the deals
And not the calls of what my heart feels
The record show, I am not broke
And I get my pay

Yet, I won't get laid.