Penthouse Pauper
Composer(s): John Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival; Molly Hatchet



Now, if I was a bricklayer
I wouldn't build just anything
And if I was a ball player
I wouldn't play no second string
And if I were some jew'lry, baby
Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring

If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told
If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old
I could be most anything
But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh

If I were a gambler 
You know I'd never lose
And if I were a guitar player
Lord, I'd have to play the blues

If I was a hacksaw 
My blade would be razor sharp
If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk
You can find the tallest building
Lord, I'd have me the house on top

Oh, let's go!
All right, keep goin'!

I'm the Penthouse Pauper
I got nothin' to my name
I'm the Penthouse Pauper; baby
I got nothing to my name
I can be most anything
'Cause when you got nothin' it's all the same

Oh, let's move to this song!
Lord, look at my penthouse