Penthouse Pauper (Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Now, if I were a bricklayer
I wouldn't build just anything
And if I were a ball player
I wouldn't play no second string
And if I were some jewelry, 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'd 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
Oh, 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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