Though I'm flat, though I'm broke, Though I'm bent, I'm contented to never sigh, As time goes by. You know, there's a gleam in my eye, And inside of my heart I'm a lucky girl, There's a reason why; I'm feeling like a million, Though I haven't got a dollar, a shilling or a sou, Still I'm feeling like a million, And I want to get this over to you; That I'm feeling like a million, Though I haven't got a villa, a cottage or a bed Still I'm walking like a million, With my hat on the side of my head. What's this thing that I've found Through the days that I've clowned? Is it you that's around? I get a crazy feeling I could jump up to the ceiling! 'Cause I'm feeling like a million, Though I couldn't buy a stocking, a handbag or a glove
Still I'm feeling like a million, Is it you, is it me, is it love? Ohh! I'm feeling like a million, Though I haven't got a guinea, a lira or a sou, Still I'm feeling like a million, And I want to get this over to you; That I'm feeling like a million, Though I haven't got a mansion, a trailer or a fence Still I'm walking like a million, With my hat on the side of my head. What's this thing that I've found Through the days that I've clowned? Is it you that's around? I get a crazy feeling I could jump up to the ceiling! 'Cause I'm feeling like a million, Though I couldn't buy a stable, a diamond or a glove Still I'm feeling like a million, Is it you, ooh? Is it me, ooh? Is it love?