Mi Amigo El Millionario
Santiago Benavides
My Friend The Millionaire
He rides a motorcycle
All beat up
The rusty can
Engine like a rattle
The license plate
Almost completely faded
He works doing
Shifts at the hospital
And they have warned him
That they will fire him
If he keeps insisting
On evangelizing
And even though he tries and tries
He doesn't shut up for anything
He's my friend the millionaire
Who doesn't drive an expensive car
Who doesn't have a great job
Who doesn't have the upper hand
He's my friend the millionaire
Who lives in a humble neighborhood
Who eats his simple meal
Full of gratitude
And has decided that his wealth
Will be Jesus
He rides that motorcycle
All beat up
Perfect for
Transporting his beloved
Who is a Bible
Also turned to nothing
He doesn't dream of properties
In the Bahamas
His house is enough
In a humble neighborhood
His coffee with milk
And his wrinkled Bible
He has only one dream
And it's so intense to see
He's my friend the millionaire
Who doesn't drive an expensive car
Who doesn't have a great job
Who doesn't have the upper hand
He's my friend the millionaire
Who lives in a humble neighborhood
Who eats his simple meal
Full of gratitude
And has decided that his wealth
Will be Jesus
