There's the big house
Where those rich folks live
And I can tell you
Something about it
It's spacious and clean
And luxury-laden
With grounds so pristine
There's no doubt about it
They sleep in their beds
And eat at a table
In exquisite bathrooms rich-folks relieve themselves
They may or may not
Be as happy as me
Because in the end we all live In ourselves
CHORUS: And what was it like to be Mother Theresa?
Gandhi or Jesus or Martin Luther King?
Who felt the same oceans
Beheld blazing sunsets
Smelled the same flowers
And heard the birds sing?
And what is it like
To live in that big house
Luxury laden with comforts galore?
I cannot lie that I'm filling with envy
Desirous of wealth, I keep craving for more
CHORUS: And what was it like to be Mother Theresa?
Gandhi or Jesus or Martin Luther King?
Who felt the same oceans
Beheld painted sunsets
Smelled fields of flowers
And heard the birds sing?
©2011 John Dull