The Man Who Has Everything
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The man who has everything is wealthy
He goes where he wants to and when
The man who has everything is healthy, too
So he can run around from midnight 'til ten
The girl whom I've chosen for my quarry
Is dressed by Chanel or by Dior
Behind the wheel of my Ferrari
I can ask for anything more
The man who has everything has nothing
The love on his arm he can see
I think it may be true
It never will be you
But meanwhile, I have everything
Lucky me
My paintings are Pollocks and Picassos
They hang so terribly straight
My silver is hallmarked, my glasses Baccarat
I have service for forty and eight
People
My chiropodist visits me weekly
I hate bending over, you see
The clothes that fit me so sleekly
Are a passionate pleasure to me
In truth, I really represent
The nearly complete gentleman
The man who has everything is wealthy
He goes where he wants to and when
The man who has everything is healthy, too
So he can run around from midnight 'til ten
I fly off to Switzerland for skiing
But sit on the terrace sipping scotch
I'm just a seeing human being
If I can't do something, I watch
The man who has everything has nothing
The love on his arm he can see
I think it may be true
It never will be you
But meanwhile, I have everything
Lucky me
Lucky me