Lyrics:

They say that Richard Cory Owns one-half of this here town With political connections 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 factory And I curse the life I'm livin' And I curse my poverty That I wish that I could be Yeah, I wish that I could be Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory Paper's print his pictures Almost everywhere he go Richard Cory at the opera Richard Cory at the show And the rumours of his a-parties And the orgies on his yacht Well, he surely must be happy With everythang that he has got But I, work in his factory And I curse the life I'm livin' And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be I wish that I could be, yea-ah I wish that I could be, Richard Cory He freely gave to charity And had that common touch They were grateful for his patronage And thanked him very much So my mind was filled with wonder When the evenin' headlines read That Richard Cory went home last night And put a bullet through his head, hu But I, I, I, work in his factory And I, I don't don't dig the life I'm livin' And I don't dig my poverty And I wish that I could be Yeah, an' I wish that I could be Well, wish that I could be, Richard Cory Ay-hey, I wish that I could be I wish that I could be Sometime, I wish that I could be A-just like a-Richard Cory Just li-iiiiiiike, a-Richard Cory A-Richard Cory FADES A-Richard Cory Just like Richard Cory