Who Has An Itch
To Be Filthy Rich?
Who Gives A Hoot
For A Lot Of Loot?
Who Longs To Live
A Life Of Perfect Ease?
And Be Swamped By Necessary Luxuries?
Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?
I Don't.
Have Flashy Flunkeys Ev'rywhere?
I Don't.
Who Wants The Bother Of A Country Estate?
A Country Estate Is Something I'd Hate!
Who Wants To Wallow In Champagne?
I Don't.
Who Wants A Supersonic Plane?
I Don't.
Who Wants A Marble Swimming Pool Too?
I Don't.
And I Don't
'Cause All I Want Is You.
Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?
I Don't.
And Have Uranium To Spare?
I Don't.
Who Wants To Journey On A Gigantic Yacht?
Do I Want A Yacht?
Oh, How I Do Not!
Who Wants A Fancy Foreign Car?
I Don't.
Who Wants To Tire Of Caviar?
I Don't.
Who Wants A Private Landing Field Too?
I Don't.
And I Don't.
'Cause All I Want Is You.
Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?
I Don't.
And Go To Every Swell Affair?
I Don't.
Who Wants To Ride Behind A Liv'ried Chauffeur?
A Liv'ried Chauffeur
Do I Want? No Sir!
Who Wants An Opera Box, I'll Bet?
I Don't.
And Sleep Through Wagner At The Met?
I Don't.
Who Wants To Corner Cartier's Too?
I Don't.
And I Don't,
'Cause All I Want Is You.