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if i were a rich man - rolf harris lyrics

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if i were a rich man,
daidle, deedle, daidle, digguh,

digguh, deedle, daidle, dum.

all day long i`d biddy, biddy bum,

if i were a wealthy man.

wouldn`t have to work hard,

daidle, deedle, daidle, digguh,

digguh, deedle, daidle, dum.

if i were a biddy, biddy rich,

digguh, digguh, deedle, 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 stair case 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 quack and cluck and gobble and honk

will land like a trumpet on the ear;

as if to say here lives a wealthy man.

if i were a rich man,

daidle, deedle, daidle, digguh,

digguh, deedle, daidle, dum.

all day long i`d biddy, biddy bum,

if i were a wealthy man.

wouldn`t have to work hard,

daidle, deedle, daidle, digguh,

digguh, deedle, daidle, dum.

if i were a biddy, biddy rich,

digguh, digguh, deedle, daidle man.

i see my wife golde looking like a rich man`s wife

with a proper double chin;

supervising meals to her heart`s delight.

i see her putting on airs

and strutting like a peac-ck

oy! what a happy mood she`s in.

screaming at the servants day and night.

the most important men in town will come to fawn on me;

they will ask me to advise them,

like soloman the wise,

`if you please, reb tevye, pardon me, reb tevye.`

posing problems that would cross a rabbi`s eyes.

boi, boi, boi, boi, boi, boi, boi, boi, boi.

and it won`t make one bit of diff`rence

if i answer right or wrong?

when you`re rich, they think you really know.

if i were rich, i`d have the time that i lack,

to sit in a synagogue and pray;

and maybe have a seat by the eastern wall.

and i`d discuss the holy books with the learned men
seven hours ev`ry day;

this would be the sweetest thing of all.

if i were a rich man,

daidle, deedle, daidle, digguh,

digguh, deedle, daidle, dum.

all day long i`d biddy, biddy bum,

if i were a wealthy man.

wouldn`t have to work hard,

daidle, deedle, daidle, digguh,

digguh, deedle, daidle, dum.

lord, who made the lion and the lamb,

you decreed i should be what i am;

would it spoil some vast eternal plan,

if i were a wealthy man?

- rolf harris lyrics

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