I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences Don't fence me in
Who wants to be a millionaire? And go to ev'ry swell affair?
If you want to buy my wares Follow me and climb the stairs... Love for sale.
Nobody wants to phone me, Even collect.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I don't.