(Words and Music by Robert Lamm)
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I'd rather be rich, it sounds a little funny;
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If diggin' a ditch would earn me lots of money,
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I'd dig like a fool in the land of milk and honey;
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Where everything's cool, provided you have money, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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I'd rather be rich, just short of being greedy;
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I'm eager to switch, to hell with being needy.
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I'd rather be rich, the truth of cash is tragic,
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The system's a bitch, but money works like magic, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Money makes the world go round;
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Buy and sell it by the pound;
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Bitter truth that I have found:
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Food to eat, shoes on your feet,
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Maybe some heat, you live with defeat.
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Bridge:
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Money gets you justice, money sets you free,
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Money makes it possible to be or not to be.
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Money is the power, money is the key,
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Sad and so unfortunate, but real as it can be, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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I'd rather be rich, than what the other choice is;
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My thumb out to hitch, or riding in Rolls Royces;
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'Cause I ain't no fool in the land of milk and honey;
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Where everything's cool until you lose your money.
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I'd Rather Be Rich
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Chicago |