Richard Cory
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole townWith political connections to spread his wealth aroundBorn into society, a banker’s only childHe had everything a man could wantPower, grace and style
But I work in his factoryAnd I curse the life I’m livingAnd I curse my povertyAnd I wish that I could beOh, I wish that I could beOh, I wish that I could beRichard Cory
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goesRichard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a showAnd the rumor of his party and the orgies on his yacht!Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he’s got
But I work in his factoryAnd I curse the life I’m livingAnd I curse my povertyAnd I wish that I could beOh, I wish that I could beOh, I wish that I could beRichard Cory
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touchAnd they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very muchSo 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 factoryAnd I curse the life I’m livingAnd I curse my povertyAnd I wish that I could beOh, I wish that I could beOh, I wish that I could beRichard Cory