THE MIDAS TOUCH Lyrics

Look around at the folks you see, they ain't the same as you and me

That's the way it goes, why, no one knows

Don't matter how much you earn, some people got money to burn

Wish I had some, but I have none

Daily grind 'till you're too old

Wish everything I touched would turn to gold

The Midas touch, the Midas touch

They say money ain't everything

But, oh the pleasure it would bring

If I could just have one whole day, on the beach at St. Tropez

I'd understand, what it's like to be a wealthy man

I'd leave behind the stress and strain, I'd eat caviar and drink champagne

The Midas touch, the Midas touch

Work all day 'till you're fit to drop

And they'll take every penny that you've got

The Midas touch, the Midas touch

When you're bent and crippled, and your hair's turned grey

They'll shake your hand and send you on the way

Lords and ladies of high society

Save a place at the banquet for me

I wanna wine and dine, and have a fine old time

There's no use to sit and moan

So work your fingers to the bone

'Cos life is tough, if you haven't got the Midas touch

Noses to the grindstone, that's the way

Honest day's, honest day's pay

The Midas touch, the Midas touch