Lunch Break, Eating Bread with Butter

I wish I had a whole day to sit and read a book.  
I wish I had a Rembrandt picture.  I’d get it out and look.  
I wish I had the money to dress up and watch ballet,  
And how I wish somebody would take me to a play.  
A play I’ve never heard about, and one that’s really long.
There'd be a beautiful woman and she’d sing a beautiful song.

I wish I had million things I know I’ll never get.  
But that’s ok.  I’m not sad, not even a little bit.  
I’ll just work and work and stay right here until I end up dead,  
And my ghost will get no smiles from plays or buttered bread.