Big Tech has been good to me.
I've made a fortune and figure what I need
Is for more of my money to start makin' more money...for me.

They all say it: diversify!
So I fill my cups
With varied streams of passive income.

I'm in cryptos and condos and Coachella cabanas.
I got money in the markets and moose in Montana.
I got a yurt on some land just south of Dallas
Where the wealthy and hip go glamping...for a fee.

A considerable fee.
Ok, it's a grand a night, but what a grand night!
And you ought to see the lights.

I got about a quarter mile of the prettiest twinkling lights you've ever seen
Stretched and strung out in the trees.
And of course there's an espresso machine.
You can even get Uber eats to deliver right to your yurt flap.

Now I'm sitting in a cafe in the Seattle rain
And it's pissing and pouring and making me grey
So I start exploring some sort of escape on that vast information highway.

Kill two birds with one stone.
I'll find myself a seventh home.
And when I can't be there, well I'll just rent it out to strangers.

And there it is away down south
Overlooking a west texas ghost town.
Some land with a view my money can buy
Siren songing me from the internet.

Buy it sight unseen.
I'm gonna build the home of my latest dreams.
And you can bet it all be green.
Right down to the biodiesel in the bulldozers.

It took twice as long and cost twice as much.
Had to account for the desert and mountains and such.
But I've built me a home on the edge of my cliff
And now it's about ready to rent

I told a little white lie to my neighbor next door
Who shares the dirt road up to my place and her's.
Said she could most certainly rest assured
There'd be no AirBnB-ing from me.

And her place is just a little stone hovel
She built stone by stone before smart phones or Google.
And the woman herself is just as unkept and wild
As the terrain, or a Tasmanian devil.

And she don't wave no more.
I take it she's a little sore
At all the traffic leading to my door
That I said there wouldn't be.

And when I suggested we bring up a dumpster
She threw back her head and she laughed like the thunder.
Said, "What kind of dump truck you think could get up here
On that road of our's that you've destroyed."

And our road well it is in bad shape.
But it's nothing some asphalt and money can't save.
And I'm willing to spring for having it paved.
For all of us.

I hit a small snag in my rain water collection.
It seems for the desert it's not the best sort of system.
So as I work out some kind of solution
The jacuzzi tub sits dry.

I got my septic hanging from the side of my cliff
Cleverly hidden and holding our shit
Sitting on what the Devil called a wash
But it works fine.

And it's kind of tricky getting most supplies.
The nearest Walmart is not nearby.
Hell even a proper grocer is over an hour drive.
And don't get me started on the absence of a Starbucks.

But I am here at the very ground floor
Of an exciting new destination location.
And by the time we're booming
I plan to own a little more.

Yeah, life just gets better and better.
I hear we're getting a Dollar General.
And that's not too bad a start.