If I Were a Rich Man Songtext
von Roger Whittaker

If I were a rich man
Diddle,deedle,diddle,diggy,diggy,deedle,didle,bum
All day long I′d eeddy beeddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
Wouldn't have to work hard
Diddle,deedle,diddle,diggy,diggy,deedle,didle,bum
If I were a eeddy beeddy 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 cococo 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,deeddle,didle,bum
All day long I'd eeddy beeddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
Wouldn′t have to work hard
Diddle,deedle,diddle,diggy,diggy,deeddle,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