They say that Richard Cory
Owns one-half of this here town
With political connections
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'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
That I wish that I could be
Yeah, I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
Papers print his pictures
Almost everywhere he go
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at the show
And the rumors of his parties
And the orgies on his yacht
Well, he surely must be happy
With everything that he has got
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be, yeah
I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
He freely gave to charity
And had that common touch
They were grateful for his patronage
And thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder
When the evening' headlines read
That Richard Cory went home last night
And put a bullet through his head
But I, I, I, work in his factory
And I, I don't dig the life I'm livin'
And I don't dig my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yeah, an' I wish that I could be
Well, wish that I could be, Richard Cory
Well, I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be
Sometime, I wish that I could be
Just like Richard Cory
Just like, Richard Cory
Richard Cory
Richard Cory
Just like Richard Cory
