The Invisible Dreams of Vernon Dupont

He's got a big stash of money
In the bank vaults of his mind
And a billion-dollar business
Which he's yet to find
He's got a blonde supermodel girlfriend
And a big sports car
He can drive her all around the world
Nowhere is too far
For Vernon Dupont
For Vernon Dupont

And he always dines out
In the finest restaurants
The Maitre d' is pleased to see him
Says 'Good evening Mister Dupont'
And he tips so handsomely
Just like a rich man
The doorman comes to greet him
He wants to shake the hand
Of Vernon Dupont
Of Vernon Dupont

And he gives his money
He spares no expense
To his favorite charities
Maybe ten or twenty percent
But he doesn't talk about it
I mean where would be the sense?
He doesn't want to brag or boast
Doesn't want to cause offence
No, not Vernon Dupont
No, not Vernon Dupont

Some say there's a secret sadness
Behind his eyes
Some grey overcast clouds
Above which he could not rise
But he doesn't talk about it
He just keeps it inside
Some say it accounts for the achievements
Some say it accounts for the drive
Of Vernon Dupont