Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray my Cuisinart to keep.
I pray my stocks are on the rise,
and that my analyst is wise,
that all the wine I sip is white,
and that my hot tub's watertight,
that racquetball won't get too tough,
that all my sushi's fresh enough.
I pray my cordless phone still works,
that my career won't lose its perks,
my microwave won't radiate,
my condo won't depreciate.
I pray my health club doesn't close
and that my money market grows.
If I go broke before I wake,
I pray my Bimmer they won't take.