| Lyrics: | Richard Cory
by Paul Simon, 1966
Simon and Garfukel
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 everything a man could want:
power, grace, and style.
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 wish that I could
be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
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 must be happy with everything
he's got.
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 wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I
could be
Richard Cory.
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 Cory went home 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 wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish
that I could be
Richard Cory |
