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..."
"You're such a lucky girl," that's what they always say
Rich and beautiful and bright
They don't get to see what's hidden deep inside
So, I feel all alone
Rich Girl: Father, may any of those children be allowed in to play?
Rich Man: No dear, for the hundredth time no, they are wretched and poor.
Rich Girl: What makes them poor, father?
Rich Man: They are made poor, my child, by the fact that, unlike you, they have nothing.
Rich Girl: They have one thing I do not.
Rich Man: What would that be?
: They have other children.