My Cadillac is long and black
And dead presidents fill the back
But there’s no way to appraise
The value of this malaise
Now how I long for the days
When I Was Rich
My plate is filled with delicacies
Prepared with gourmet expertise
I drink ‘61 Cabernets
Hang original Rousseaus and Monets
Now how I long for the days
When I Was Rich
When I was rich I possessed the way you combed your hair
When I was rich I held inside the way you walked
When I was rich I was never a beggar or a lender or a saver or a spender
I owned nothing to amaze,now how I long for the days
When I Was Rich
This house is big enough for ten
Envied well by better men
Yet for all that it betrays
Please know that I would set it all ablaze
If only I could capture back the days
When I Was Rich
When I was rich I put aside the world’s alarms
When I was rich I held you deep inside my arms
When I was rich I was never a beggar or a lender or a saver or a spender
I owned nothing to amaze, now how I long for the days
When I Was Rich
Oh how I long for the days
When I was rich
Now how I long for the days
When I was rich......