3x-xx-xx ep67 First Song - Dont Wanna Be Rich

Don't be Magic done a fine job and you worked hard so I've ordered dynamite to give you a real spread

Boy, here's where I store food enough to last me for a month I can see where you're gonna have to hire a new cowboy to take curly space till he gets over his debauch Well if I do a mighty well turn the ranch house into a hospital and get me an entire new outfit

Come on boys. Give us a little Andy do My mind is if I can always have a nice place like this to live and plenty to eat with good scotts around me I don't want to be rich. That's a right nice decision Jack

But even with that you'd be richer than the most of the folks that I know you during tootinia wood Tain everyone can boast Adam friendships in a good home with fine scenery and fresh air and meat associate Early, you know they say that no matter how many fine things you have there's always something to bother you well

You're it as far as I'm concerned Jack means to say that you're the salt of his riches, Curly. That's good, boss. He needs plenty of me, because he's too fresh, anyhow. Oh, oh, oh. You ask me why I'm a homo, and why I sleep in the ditch.

It's not because I'm lazy, now I just don't want to be rich. Now I can make a million bucks, and then sit down and get back. But then I'd lose my girlish form and all of a win like that.

Now I could be a broker without the least excuse. But look at 1929 and tell me what's the use. I don't believe in working and saving a get a stake. You might take a call and lose it all and then wind up in the lake.