That's Rich
Ladies and gentleman
Please welcome the star of our show
Miss Medda Larkin!
I'm doing alright for myself, folks
I'm healthy, I'm wealthy, I'm wise
My investments and such
Have all gone up so much
Seems whatever I touch
Starts to rise
I've got men, I've got money, and yet
The thing I want most, I can't get
Uh-huh, that feels good
I like that
I live in a mansion on Long Island sound
I pulled up a weed, they found oil in the ground
But you telling me you don't want me around
Now, honey, that's rich
Some guys give me ermine, chinchilla, and mink
And some give me diamonds as big as a sink
But you wouldn't give me so much as a wink
Now, baby, that's rich
I get brandy from Andy and candy from Scott
Oh, and Frank and Eduardo chipped in for a yacht
I get stares from the fellas and prayers from the pope
But I ran out my luck getting stuck on some dope!
Hey, baby, I was just talking about you
Now listen, sport
This life's too short
To waste it on you
It may be rough
But soon enough
I'll learn to make do with
The mansion, the oil well, the diamonds, the yacht
With Andy, Eduardo, the pontiff, and Scott
And Frank, ooh!
And my bank!
So spill no tears for me
'Cause there's one thing you ain't
That I'll always be
And honey, yeah, that's right
That's rich!
That's rich!
That's rich!
That's rich!
Please welcome the star of our show
Miss Medda Larkin!
I'm doing alright for myself, folks
I'm healthy, I'm wealthy, I'm wise
My investments and such
Have all gone up so much
Seems whatever I touch
Starts to rise
I've got men, I've got money, and yet
The thing I want most, I can't get
Uh-huh, that feels good
I like that
I live in a mansion on Long Island sound
I pulled up a weed, they found oil in the ground
But you telling me you don't want me around
Now, honey, that's rich
Some guys give me ermine, chinchilla, and mink
And some give me diamonds as big as a sink
But you wouldn't give me so much as a wink
Now, baby, that's rich
I get brandy from Andy and candy from Scott
Oh, and Frank and Eduardo chipped in for a yacht
I get stares from the fellas and prayers from the pope
But I ran out my luck getting stuck on some dope!
Hey, baby, I was just talking about you
Now listen, sport
This life's too short
To waste it on you
It may be rough
But soon enough
I'll learn to make do with
The mansion, the oil well, the diamonds, the yacht
With Andy, Eduardo, the pontiff, and Scott
And Frank, ooh!
And my bank!
So spill no tears for me
'Cause there's one thing you ain't
That I'll always be
And honey, yeah, that's right
That's rich!
That's rich!
That's rich!
That's rich!
Credits
Writer(s): Jack A. Feldman, Alan Menken
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