Penthouse Pauper Lyrics - Bayou Country - Creedence Clearwater Revival

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.