If I were loaded like old Howard
I'd do just as I please
I'd need me a truck
To carry all my noblesse oblige
I'd always tip that good old boy
That shines my shoes
If I had a lot of money
Just like Howard Hughes

Just give me those
Franklins, Grants and Jacksons
I'd put them to good use
'Cause I got just what it takes
To be a rich recluse
I'd get invited to the White House
And I'd flat out refuse
If I had a lot of money
Just like Howard Hughes

On that midnight flight to Mexico
Howard finally ran out of luck
They took him to the graveyard
In a big Brink's armoured truck
That Infernal Revenue Service
They won't forgive his
'Cause when old Howard went
He took it with him

And left me here
With those mean old Howard Hughes
Blughes

Erik Frandsen © 1982 Esteemed Clams Music