<b>I'm A Rich Man</b> by <i>Old Man Luedecke</i><br />
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