They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
With political connections to spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want
Power, grace and style
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory
The papers print his picture almost ev'rywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the op'ra, Richard Cory at a show
And the rumour of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
Oh he showed he must be happy with ev'rything he's got
But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wihs that I could be Richard Cory
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage, and they thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read
Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head
But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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