If I where a rich man

If I were a rich man
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All day long I'd biddy biddy be
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
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If I were a biddy biddy rich
Idle-diddle-daidle-diddle 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 would be one long staircase 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

I'd see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double-chin
Screaming at the servants day and night

If I were a rich man
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All day long I'd biddy biddy be
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
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If I were a biddy biddy rich
Idle-diddle-daidle-diddle man

If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in a synagogue and pray
And maybe I would sit by the Eastern wall

And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men
Seven hours every day
And that would be the sweetest thing of all

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