Lyrics:

Richard Coryby Paul SimonThey 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 factoryAnd I curse the life I'm livingAnd I curse my povertyAnd I wish that I could be,Oh, I wish that
I could be,Oh, I wish that I could beRichard 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 e
verything he's got.But I work in his factoryAnd I curse the life I'm livingAnd I curse my povertyAnd I wish that I could b
e,Oh, I wish that I could be,Oh, I wish that I could beRichard Cory.He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,An
d 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 factoryAnd I curse the life I'
m livingAnd I curse my povertyAnd I wish that I could be,Oh, I wish that I could be,Oh, I wish that I could beRichard Cory
.