He thought that he`d be happy if a fortune he could make, If he were rich he thought that he`d be gay, He often thought it would be nice an ocean trip to take Whenever he desired to go away. He thought he`d be contented if he owned a motor car And had the price to pay for gasoline; He thought he`d like it to afford a fifty-cent cigar And spend his time a-golfing on the green. He used to say that he`d be glad if he could ever wear The latest styles as soon as they appear, He had a notion that if he were but a millionaire His life would be one constant round of cheer. He fell into a fortune. Now a millionaire is he, The luxuries he yearned for all are his; But is he quite as happy as he thought he`d really be? Well, judging from appearances, he is.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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