On a hill at the edge of town
There's a man who lives like a king looking down on the city
There's a gate at the end of the drive
Every morning a long limousine rolls by shining pretty

'Bout the same time I'm being kissed goodbye
By the woman I've held all night
Who knows if the rich man's lady wants to hold his money
Or hold him tight

Oh he may be a rich man, living in the lap of luxury
Oh but if you talk about a rich man
Don't you understand man you're talking about me
He's got his treasure in the bank, but I've got you and I'm so thankful
Oh well it's good to be rich like, oh well I'd rather be rich like
Oh well it's good to be rich like me

Got a boss, he's a self made man, he owns this town and he's hell bent not to lose it
He works eighteen hours a day
Got a house and a pool and a plane and the ulcer to prove it
We got a home on a third of an acre with big dreams about adding on
You might not call it a mansion but why have a mansion if you never go home

Oh well he may be a rich man, living in the lap of luxury
Oh but if you're talking about a rich man
Don't you understand man you talking about me
He's got his treasure in the bank but I've got you and I'm so thankful
Oh but it's good to rich like, oh but I'm glad to rich like
Oh well it's good to be rich like me