Here's my transcription from the YouTube video. There are a few gaps to be filled in, and one name (Anstey) to be either corrected or explained, since I have no idea which Ansty or Anstey he might be referring to.


WORKING CLASS MILLIONAIRE
Richard Digance

1. People say to me, "What d'you think you're gonna be?"
When I tells 'em, I see laughter in their eyes.
If you wants an explanation, I've found me true vocation,
Though me answer seems to take 'em by surprise.
There ain't no good jobs to be found round Bethnal Green or Canning Town
For a councillor, a magistrate or mayor,
But I just sit and laugh 'cause I'd really like not half
To be a working-class millionaire.

CHORUS: I don't want to be a clerk, a conductor or a spark.
Life's too short for working who-knows-where,
So I just sit back and dream, forget the 'ouses in between
And be a working-class millionaire.

2. I'd have a mansion down in Bow where all me mates could go,
A carriage and a team of dapple-greys,
And on the lawn I'd have a seat for tired pairs of feet
Of folks that's walked in search of better days.
There'd be a lion either side of the gateway to the drive,
A statue of Lloyd George would greet me guests,
And in the marble halls, goal posts painted on the walls,
And other things the Hampstead crowd detests.

3. So now I've got this palace grand. It sounds like some'ing down the Strand,
But it ain't; it's down by Royal Albert Dock.
The boats sail in and out, and the word is passed about
There's a welcome up me mansion if ye knock.
Yes, it's the simple life for me. That's all I want, you see.
That's all the cockney pride in me expects.
There's nothing can compare with an East-End millionaire
That's used to living just from one day to the next.

[Corrections have been inserted by a Mudelf.]