Now, if I was a bricklayer,
I wouldn´t build just anything;
And if I was a ball player,
I wouldn´t play no second string.
And if I were some jew´lry, baby;
Lord, I´d have to be a diamond ring.
If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told.
If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old.
I could be most anything,
But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh.
If I were a gambler, You know I´d never lose,
And if I were a guitar player,
Lord, I´d have to play the blues.
If I was a hacksaw, My blade would be razor sharp.
If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk.
You can find the tallest building,
Lord, I´d have me the house on top.
Oh, let´s go!
All right, keep goin´!
I´m the penthouse pauper;
I got nothin´ to my name.
I´m the penthouse pauper; baby,
I got nothing to my name.
I can be most anything,
´Cause when you got nothin´ it´s all the same.
Oh, let´s move to this song!
Lord, look at my penthouse.