If I Were A Rich Man

If I were a rich man

Diddle-deedle-diddle-diggy-diggy-deedle-didle-bum

All day long I'd eddy-biddy-bum

If I were a wealthy man

Wouldn't have to work hard

Diddle-deedle-diddle-diggy-diggy-deedle-didle-bum

If I were an eddy-biddy rich

Idle-giddle-deedle-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 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

Squacking just as noisily as they can

And each loud quack, and clock, and co-co-co, and honk

Would sound like a trumpet on the ear

As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man"

Hey-yey-yey-yey-yey

If I were a rich man

Diddle-deedle-diddle-diggy-diggy-deedle-didle-bum

All day long I'd eddy-biddy-bum

If I were a wealthy man

Wouldn't have to work hard

Diddle-deedle-diddle-diggy-diggy-deedle-didle-bum

Lord, who made the lion of the lamb

You decreed I should be what I am

Would it spoil some vast eternal plan

If I were a wealthy man?