I am a rich man /My money is my own
I keep it safe at home /In a drawer with my clothes
Where no one ever knows

When I go out walking /Little coins I sow
In the couches that I know /From the holes in my clothes
They jingle as they go

I am a rich man /I am a rich man
No banker or dishman

My girl goes around /To the couches where I’ve been
She digs down deep therein /Makes the washers and
dryers spin /The cycle starts again