Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I don't.
Nobody wants to phone me, Even collect.
If you want to buy my wares Follow me and climb the stairs... Love for sale.
Who wants to be a millionaire? And go to ev'ry swell affair?
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences Don't fence me in