Poor little rich boy, all couples have gone.

You wish that they hadn't; you don't wanna be alone,

but they wanna kiss, and they got homes of their own.

Poor little rich boy, all couples have gone, have gone, have gone.

Remember, Bob, that money can't buy happiness. But it can buy expensive possesions that make other people envious and feel just as good. And you can pay to have other people whacked.

"I was a rich, only child who got anything I wanted... as long as I behaved... and sat still... and didn't speak unless spoken to..."