(Capo 3) A If I were a rich man, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum Dm Am E E7 E All day long I'd biddy biddy bum, if I were a wealthy man A I wouldn't have to work hard, Ya ba dibbie dibbie, doobie dibbie dibbie dibbie dum Dm Am E E7 A If I were a biddy biddy rich, idle-deedle-didle-didle man Dm G7 C Am I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen, right in the middle of the town Dm G A (A7) A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below Dm G C Am There would be one long staircase just going up, and one even longer coming down, Dm D#dim E and one more leading nowhere, just for show Dm G7 I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese C Am and ducks for the town to see and hear Dm G A (A7) Squawking just as noisily as they can Dm G And each loud "cheep" and "squawk" and "honk" and "quack" C Am Would land like a trumpet on the ear, Dm D#dim E As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man" (Chorus) Dm G7 C Am I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife with a proper double chin Dm G A (A7) Supervising meals to her heart's delight Dm G C Am I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock?Oh what a happy mood she's in Dm D#dim E Screaming at the servants, day and night (Chorus)