Going Ultra Rich - Aaron Roberts

Going Ultra Rich By Aaron Roberts From the Original Broadway Production of Terms and Conditions St. Catherine’s Records Copyright 2026 Lyrics: [Verse 1] I bought a little coin with a name no one can say It doubled by the breakfast toast, then tripled by the day You called it foolish pocket change, I called it phase one Now every tiny decimal is marching toward the sun [Pre-Chorus] You draw a modest circle I draw a wider map You count the coins in your coat I count the planets in the app [Chorus] I’m going ultra rich, darling, watch me make the leap With digital coins in the ledger and wagers running deep AI in the boardroom, data centers past the moon I’ll put a server on a satellite and have it humming soon You say, “Think smaller”—what a charming little pitch But I was born for bigger numbers, baby I’m going ultra rich [Verse 2] I hired three prediction engines to pick the winning side They gave me twelve opinions and a confidence of nine The stadium lights are blinking like a private little bank I bet on every outcome, then I thank the losing rank [Pre-Chorus] You save for rainy weather I purchase weather rights You plan for next December I’m franchising the nights [Chorus] I’m going ultra rich, darling, watch me make the leap With digital coins in the ledger and wagers running deep AI in the boardroom, data centers past the moon I’ll put a server on a satellite and have it humming soon You say, “Think smaller”—what a charming little pitch But I was born for bigger numbers, baby I’m going ultra rich [Bridge] When you ask me for a sensible plan I send a spreadsheet in a limousine When you tell me that the sky is the limit I buy the sky and lease the in-between [Breakdown] Small dreams, small talk Small shoes for a giant walk I don’t need your little ladder I’m building stairs through Saturn’s rings [Final Chorus] I’m going ultra rich, darling, cue the polished grin Digital coins and sports books, let the grand parade begin AI on every panel, cold servers in the stars I’ll turn the Milky Way to bandwidth and invoice every bar You say, “Think smaller”—I say, “Why would I switch?” Keep your careful little ceiling, baby I’m going ultra rich [Outro] If you’re still thinking small, dear, kindly move aside There’s a rocket in my driveway and a fortune on the ride