Lyric Penthouse Pauper

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 jewelry, 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 going!

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

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