The ABC Song-I Wanna Be Rich by Musical by Anthony Newley and Leslie Bricusse Lyrics
LITTLECHAP:
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V-W
X-Y-Zed
1 2
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
3 4
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
5 6 7
Q-R-S-T-U-V-W
8 9 10
X-Y-Zed
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 bloody 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 cockle from a whelk
Can you imagine it? I mean, just imagine it!
Fancy not knowing a cockle 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 bitch
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 nobs
And sit in the best seats with all of the snobs
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!
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V-W
X-Y-Zed
1 2
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
3 4
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
5 6 7
Q-R-S-T-U-V-W
8 9 10
X-Y-Zed
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 bloody 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 cockle from a whelk
Can you imagine it? I mean, just imagine it!
Fancy not knowing a cockle 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 bitch
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 nobs
And sit in the best seats with all of the snobs
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!