Creedence Clearwater Revival

Now, if I were a bricklayer,
I wouldn't build just anything;
And if I were a ball player,
I wouldn't play no second string.
And if I were some jew'lry, 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 were a hacksaw,
My blade would be razor sharp.
If I were a politician,
I could prove that monkey talk.
You can find the tallest building,
Lord, I'd have me the house on top.

Oh, let's go!
All right, keep goin'!

I'm the penthouse pauper;
I got nothin' to my name.
I'm the penthouse pauper; baby,
I got nothing to my name.
I can be most anything,
When you got nothin' it's all the same.

Lord, look at my penthouse.