They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections He spreads his wealth around. He Was
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want: Money , Praise , and style.
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at The shows
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
He Really must be happy with everything he's got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
I curse my poverty
I wish that I could be,
I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
John Denver.
He Really gave to The charity, had the common touch,
And they were Thankful for his patronage So They thank You very much,
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head."
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
I curse my poverty
I wish that I could be,
I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Richard Cory.