| Lyrics: | Richard Cory
by Paul Simon
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole
town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's
only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.
But I work in
his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I
could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard
Cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the
opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh,
he surely must be happy with everything he's got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse
the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I
could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
He freely gave to charity, he
had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So
my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"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
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I
could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory. |
