I wish I was a millionaire

I'd play rock music and grow long hair

I tell you boys I'd buy a new Rolls Royce.



Pretty women'd come to me I'd give 'em all the third degree

I'd give 'em Satin Sheets to keep 'em off the streets.



Hallelujah

let me sook it to ya

Praise the Lord and pass the tambourine

Great Jehova

you'll come over

As soon as you see me boogie-woogie

'Cross the silver screen.



I can hang 'em high or hang 'em low

I'd put 'em in the ceilings wherever I'd go

And swing all night from the rafter lights.



Hallelujah

let me sook it to ya

. . .

I wish you was a millionaire

. . .

Hallelujah

let me sook it to ya

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