In my past life

I was a rich man

With many dollars

On the dot I ruled the land

And my rich wives

They run the gamut

Plump and pretty

Velvet city in my hand

They say wealth can break a man

But so can poverty and so can we

They say wealth can break a man

But so can poverty and so can we

So tell me how many lives must I walk through to

Tell me how much money can a man pursue to

Love anyone that he belongs to

Hold with content with what he has to

So tell me how many lives must I walk through to

Tell me how much money can a man pursue to

Love anyone that he belongs to

Hold with content with what he has to

In my past life

I was a rich man

With many dollars

On the dot I ruled the land

And my rich wives

They run the gamut

Plump and pretty

Velvet city in my hand