Lyrics:

I am a rich man
My money is my own
I keep it safe at home
In a drawer with my clothes
Where no one ever knows

When I go out walking
Little coins I sow
In the couches that I know
From the holes in my clothes
They jingle as they go

I am a rich man
I am a rich man
No banker or dishman

My girl goes around
To the couches where I've been
She digs down deep therein
Makes the washers and
Dryers spin
The cycle starts again