If I Were a Rich Man Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass

Dear God, you made many, many poor people
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor
But it's no great honor, either
So what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?

If I were a rich man
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
If I were a biddy-biddy rich
Yaidle deedle daidle daidle man

I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There could be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading nowhere, just for show

I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each loud pa-pa-gee! pa-pa-gaack! pa-pa-gee! pa-pa-gaack!
Would land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man", oy