The castle that you live in, is it really made of stone Or would a gentle breeze blow it down Did you build it in your dream world Is it really not your own Well live there as long as you can For good living is a habit, live it while you can Soft sable furs, not rabbit, And superfast cars on Mercantile Credit And why worry if the money isn't really real You're as rich as you feel And the lady you're in love with None can be as sweet as her - A beauty that's all of her own

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