At the Boar's Head, Op. 42: "For God's Sake" (Doll, Pistol, Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, Hostess)

歌詞

On a hill at the edge of town There's a man who lives like a king looking down on the city There's a gate at the end of the drive Every morning a long limousine rolls by shining pretty 'Bout the same time I'm being kissed goodbye By the woman I've held all night Who knows if the rich man's lady wants to hold his money Or hold him tight Oh he may be a rich man, living in the lap of luxury Oh but if you talk about a rich man Don't you understand man you're talking about me He's got his treasure in the bank, but I've got you and I'm so thankful Oh well it's good to be rich like, oh well I'd rather be rich like Oh well it's good to be rich like me Got a boss, he's a self made man, he owns this town and he's hell bent not to lose it He works eighteen hours a day Got a house and a pool and a plane and the ulcer to prove it We got a home on a third of an acre with big dreams about adding on You might not call it a mansion but why have a mansion if you never go home Oh well he may be a rich man, living in the lap of luxury Oh but if you're talking about a rich man Don't you understand man you talking about me He's got his treasure in the bank but I've got you and I'm so thankful Oh but it's good to rich like, oh but I'm glad to rich like Oh well it's good to be rich like me