letra de the abc song-i wanna be rich - musical by anthony newley and leslie bricusse
littlechap:
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h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p
q-r-s-t-u-v-w
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a-b-c-d-e-f-g
3 4
h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p
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look at me–just take a look at me–
a minute ago, i didn’t know
me elbow from me…
ask just simply anyone–go and ask anyone–
they’ll tell you i was greener than the grass
ooh, what i mess i was!
yes, i’ll confess i was!
like a burbling bl–dy baby at the font!
you don’t know the half of it–
but now i just laugh at it!
’cause now i know exactly what i want
i wanna be rich, have money to burn
a thousand a week, say, would do me a turn
i’d keep it in oncers in case of a slump
i’d have stacks and stacks and the income tax
could take a running jump
i’ve have all me suits made a dozen a time
i’d buy all the best shares, provided they climb
give me half a chance, a small advance
me fingers itch to make me dirty rotten filthy stinking rich!
here, evie, hang on!
took a look at me–a quick butcher’s hook at me–
now, a minute ago i didn’t know a c-ckle from a whelk
can you imagine it? i mean, just imagine it!
fancy not knowing a c-ckle from a whelk!
oh, what a nitt i was! yes, i’ll admit i was!
like a sloppy, floppy puppy with a ball
and then, without reason or rhyme–
i was chatting this bird at the time–
i heard a sort of voice within me call
i wanna be rich and have a big house
with hundreds of acres and pheasants and grouse
an american car as long as the street;
and the local birds’ll be lost for words–
it’ll knock them off their feet
(women drivers!)
i wanna be famous and be in the news
go out with a film star whenever i choose
gimme half a chance to lead a dance
with some rich b-tch
and i’ll be dirty rotten filthy stinking rich!
here, eve, hang on! evie, wait for us! eve…evie!
i wanna be rich and mix with the n0bs
and sit in the best seats with all of the sn0bs
i may go to ascot to take in the scene
in me grey top hat and me spats and that
i’d be comp’ny for the queen
i wanna go trav’ling to cannes and capri–
the french riv-i-er-i-a is my cup of tea
gimme half a chance in the south of france
to make my pitch
and i’ll be dirty rotten filthy stinking–
i can hear the lolly clinking–
lots of birds; lots of drinking–
i can guess what you’re all thinking–
dirty rotten filthy stinking rich!
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