I'm Filthy Rich by DAVID O. SMITH
From my mouth
I'll shout, I'm filthy rich;
But not by drilling oil
from a well inch by inch.
Or finding some diamonds
in a dangerous mine;
No large inheritance passed
down through a family line.
No lottery number
picked from my head;
Not even an insurance policy
for someone being dead.
No two to one odds
on some Derby horse race;
Or playing blackjack
flipping over the winning ace.
I'm filthy rich
so I'll shout it once again;
Only, because I have a
rich personality and kind
spirit that dwells within.
My presence is filled with worth
and my currency of love is carefree;
So the amount of my wealth is
why everyone enjoys my company.
I'll shout, I'm filthy rich
in my own special way;
No pocket full of money or
credit cards for my display.
I don't need expensive jewelry
or wear the finest clothes;
Live in a big mansion and
drive a big body Rolls.
I'm filthy rich
because it is so plain to see;
I have a multimillionaire character
that makes me wealthy.
So whenever the dollar bills
depart from my fingertips;
I am constantly reminded
by spirit why I'm filthy rich.