i wish i was a rich man,nna genius or a leadernnthe man that i wanna bennshould i get a real jobnnstart a real life have a futurennis this what i’m meant to bennbut i’m a drifternnwith a pipe dreamnnto live a full lifennthis is life to mennif i had a new carnnand a big housennfrom a desk jobnnwould this still be the real menni’ve got a torn mind between my dreamsnnand what this world says i need to bennif i was a genius with a clear mindnnand a good heartnnthings would be so clearnngive me more cash and some successnnmaybe then i’d be a real mannnwith a real life and securitynnto make me smile againnntill the sun setsnnthen i’d be a rich mannna dead man with a head stonenn to tell the worldnni was a real man.