MIKE:
Who has an itch
To be filthy rich?
LIZ:
Who gives a hoot
For a lot of loot?
MIKE:
who longs to live
A life of perfect ease?
LIZ:
And be swamped by necessary luxuries?
MIKE:
Who wants to be a millionaire?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
Have flashy flunkeys ev'rywhere?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
Who wants the bother of a country estate?
LIZ:
A country estate is something I'd hate!
MIKE:
Who wants to wallow in champagne?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
Who wants a supersonic plane?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
Who wants a marble swimming pool too?
LIZ:
I don't.
BOTH:
And I don't
'Cause all I want is you.
MIKE:
Who wants to be a millionaire?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
And have uranium to spare?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
Who wants to journey on a gigantic yacht?
LIZ:
Do I want a yacht?
Oh, how I do not!
Who wants a fancy foreign car?
MIKE:
I don't.
LIZ:
Who wants to tire of caviar?
MIKE:
I don't.
LIZ:
Who wants a private landing field too?
MIKE:
I don't.
BOTH:
And I don't.
'Cause all I want is you.
MIKE:
Who wants to be a millionaire?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
And go to every swell affair?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
Who wants to ride behind a liv'ried chauffeur?
LIZ:
A liv'ried chauffeur
Do I want? No sir!
MIKE:
Who wants an opera box, I'll bet?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
And sleep through Wagner at the Met?
LIZ:
I don't.
MIKE:
Who wants to corner Cartier's too?
LIZ:
I don't.
BOTH:
And I don't,
'Cause all I want is you.
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