Penthouse Pauper — текст песни (creedence clearwater revival)

Now, if I was a bricklayer,

I wouldnt build just anything;

And if I was a ball player,

I wouldnt play no second string.

And if I were some jewlry, baby;

Lord, Id 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 Id never lose,

And if I were a guitar player,

Lord, Id 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, Id have me the house on top.



Oh, lets go!

All right, keep goin!



Im the penthouse pauper;

I got nothin to my name.

Im the penthouse pauper; baby,

I got nothing to my name.

I can be most anything,

cause when you got nothin its all the same.



Oh, lets move to this song!

Lord, look at my penthouse.