Rich Man$ $ixteen Ton$ (A parody)

RI¢H MAN$ $IXTEEN TON$

 

Some people say a man is made out of mud.

A rich man is made out of money he loves;

Money he loves and dollars and cents --

A wallet that’s thick and a safe that’s strong.

 

He loads sixteen tons of cash every day.

Sixteen tons and that ain’t hay.

Saint Peter don’t you call him,

‘Cause you all know.

You can’t take it with you,

            So he won’t go!

 

He was born one morning when the sun shone bright,

And ev’rything he tries just seems to go right.

His pa was rich, owned many a sou.

So you knew the boy would be loaded too.

 

He loads sixteen tons of cash every day.

Sixteen tons and that ain’t hay.

Saint Peter don’t you call him,

‘Cause you all know.

You can’t take it with you,

            So he won’t go!

 

Born on a morning when the sun did shine.

Picked up his wallet and walked to the mine.

Bought sixteen tons of fourteen caret gold:

He was a millionaire when ten years old.

 

He loads sixteen tons of cash every day.

Sixteen tons and that ain’t hay.

Saint Peter don’t you call him,

‘Cause you all know.

You can’t take it with you,

            So he won’t go!

 

If you see him coming, don’t beg for a dime,

Because you would be just wasting your time.

His heart is a cold, coal, coal black

And the voice of conscience his one big lank.

 

He loads sixteen tons of cash every day.

Sixteen tons and that ain’t hay.

Saint Peter don’t you call him,

‘Cause you all know.

You can’t take it with you,

            So he won’t go!