They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
With political connections to spread his wealth around
Born into society a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want power, grace and style
But I work in his factory and I curse the life I'am living
And I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory

The pappers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yatch
Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got
But I work in his factory and I curse the life I'am living
And I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory

He freely gave to charity he had the common touch
And they were greatfull for his patronage and they thanked him very much
So 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 factory and I curse the life I'am living
And I curse my poverty and I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory