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
Be an american, and weld a crown?

A song like this today can sound pretty silly
The timing's off, the set is set in simplicity
Today I'm nice and today I'm not very wealthy
Don't underestimate money
My love, my love, my love