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Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
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FROM: High Society
SUNG BY: Frank Sinatra/Celeste Holm
Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't,
Have flashy flunkies everywhere? I don't,
Who wants the bottom of a country estate?
A country estate is something I hate,
Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't,
Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't,
Who wants a private landing field shrew? I don't,
And I don't, cos all I want is you.
Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't,
Who wants uranium to spare? I don't,
Who wants to journey on a gigantic yacht?
Do I want a yacht? Oh I do not,
Who wants a fancy foreign car? I don't,
Who wants to tire a caviar? I don't,
Who wants a marble swimming pool too? I don't,
And I don't, cos all I want is you.
Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't,
And go to every swell affair, I don't,
Who wants to ride behind the librie chauffer,
A librie chauffer, do I want, no sir,
Who wants an opera box I'll bid, I don't,
And sleep through vodka in the mid, I don't,
Who wants to corner codiers too, I don't,
And I don't, cos all I want is you.
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