Who wants to be a millionaire?

Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't.

Have flashy flunkies everywhere? I don't.

Who wants the bother of a country estate?

A country estate is something I'd hate.

Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't.

Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't.

Who wants a private landing feel through? I don't.

And I don't 'cause all I want is you.