[REFRAIN]
If I were a rich man
Dai-dle, dee-dle, dai-dle, 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
Dai-dle, dee-dle, dai-dle, 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 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.
And each loud quack and cluck and gobble and honk
Would land like a trumpet on the ear;
As if to say, “Here lives a wealthy man” (sigh).
[SING REFRAIN]
Lord, who made the lion and the lamb,
You decreed I should be what I am.
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan