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Lyrics for 'Penthouse Pauper' by 'Creedence Clearwater Revival'
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.
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