Dad’s a Millionaire
I wish you joy, my little ragged throng—
Your Dad’s a millionaire!
The fortune’s come, we’ve waited for so long,
And I’m a millionaire!
Come Will, come Bub—go buy some better shoes;
Come Liz, come Lu—go tell your Ma the news—
Though once poor, we’re now as rich as Jews,
For I’m a millionaire.
Hurrah! hurrah! now give us a rousing song—
Good bye! good bye! to poverty, want and care;
The fortune’s come, we’ve waited for so long,
And Dad’s a millionaire!
Good news! I’ll go a shopping—so I will,
For Dad’s a millionaire!
And I must have a thousand dollar bill,
As Dad’a a millionaire!
Put on your duds, and you’ll go with me Lu!
Come Bub, go call a carriage from the square;
We’ll ride in style along the avenue,
For Dad’s a millionaire.
Hip, hip, hooray! run up the striped flay—
My Dad’s a millionaire!
This bless-ed day, I’ll buy a trotting nag,
For Dad’s a millionaire!
I vow, I’ll smoke three-cent gigars no more!
Here, take them Bub, and pitch them out the door;
I’ll have the best—the dearest in the store,
Now Dad’s a millionaire.
So, wife, you think this house will never do
Now I’m a millionaire?
Well, I must build a mansion then for you,
As I’m a millionaire!
Though as for me, I think I should invest—
My whole pile in some mammoth farm out West,
Yet I can build, if you should think it best,
Since I’m a millionaire.
I’ll tell you what! we’ll give a party then,
As Dad’s a millionaire!
And we’ll invite none but the “upper ten,”
Since Dad’s a millionaire!
I should be sure to find another beau,
For dukes and lords, and nobles would be there—
I’ve turn’d him off—the tailor’s clerk, you know,
Now Dad’s a millionaire.
