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 every thing a man could want
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
The papers print his picture
Almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera
And the rumors of his parties
And the orgies on his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy
But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
He freely gave to charity
And they were grateful 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, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
