Well they say that Richard Cory
Owns half of this old town
With political connections
To spread his wealth around
Born into society
A bankers only child
He had everything a man could want
Power, grace and style
Oh but I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
Well the papers print his picture
Almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at a show
And the rumours of his parties
And the orgies on his yaught
Well he sure must be happy
With everything that he's got
Oh but I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
Oh but I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
Well he freely gave to charity
He had that common touch
Well they were grateful for his patronage
And they thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder
When the evening headlines read
Oh Richard Cory went home last night
And put a bullet in his head
Oh but I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory