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 everythi ng a man could want: power, grace, and style.
B ut I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I w ish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard C ory.
The papers 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 yacht!
Oh, he surely m ust be ha ppy with everything he's got.
B ut I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I w ish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard C ory.
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
'Richard Cor y went h ome last night and put a bullet through his head.'
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I w ish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
