I wish I was a millionaire
I`d play rock music and grow long hair
I tell you boys I`d buy a new Rolls Royce.
Pretty women`d come to me I`d give `em all the third degree
I`d give `em Satin Sheets to keep `em off the streets.
Hallelujah
let me sook it to ya
Praise the Lord and pass the tambourine
Great Jehova
you`ll come over
As soon as you see me boogie-woogie
`Cross the silver screen.
I can hang `em high or hang `em low
I`d put `em in the ceilings wherever I`d go
And swing all night from the rafter lights.
Hallelujah
let me sook it to ya
. . .
I wish you was a millionaire
. . .
Hallelujah
let me sook it to ya
. . .