Lyrics

The man who has everything is wealthy He goes where he wants to and when The man who has everything is healthy too So he can run around from midnight till ten The girl whom I've chosen for my quarry Is dressed by Chanel or by Dior Behind the wheel of my Ferrari I can't ask for anything more The man who has everything has nothing Till love on his own he can see I think it may be true It never will be you But meanwhile I have everything Lucky me My paintings are Pollacks and Picassos They hang so terribly straight My sailboat is hallmarked My glass is Baccarat I have service for forty and eight People My chiropodist visits me weekly I hate bending over, you see The clothes that fit me so sleekly Are a passionate pleasure to me In truth, I rarely represent The nearly complete gentleman The man who has everything is wealthy He goes where he wants to and when The man who has everything is healthy, too So he can run around from midnight till ten I fly off to Switzerland for skiing But sit on the terrace sipping Scotch I'm just a seeing human being If I can't do something, I watch The man who has everything has nothing Till love on his own he can see I think it may be true It never will be you But meanwhile, I have everything Lucky me Lucky me
Writer(s): Richard Rodgers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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