Money Song

If I should ever run into a lot of money Tell me would I move to New York City? If I had an apartment with a view of that city Tell me would I see the stars above me? If I had a room at the top of the Waldorf Astoria Tell me would I still love ya? If I was blinded by The sun through French windows Would I watch your pose before them? The Queen strolls down her hall Missing the Rubens Her shoes sound soft on the long rug from Yemen She is plainly dressed excluding the diamond ring Brought back from a long trip to Thailand And rumor has it that she would rather be a farmer Elizabeth would you toss off the tiara? No more Balmoral No more Kentucky Derby Now, mutts instead of Corgis My love Since I'll never have the chance to become the king of country And common wealth My love If your heart was made of gold Would I pluck it out And melt it down And be an American And weld a crown? A song like this today can sound pretty silly The timings off The setting's set in simplicity Today I'm nice And today I'm not very wealthy Don't underestimate money My love My love My love