Who wants to be a millionaire?
I don't.

Have flashy flunkeys everywhere?
I don't.

Who wants the bother of a country estate?
A country estate is something I'd hate!

Who wants to wallow in champagne?
I don't.

Who wants a supersonic plane?
I don't.

Who wants a private landing field too?
I don't.
And I don't 'cause all I want is you.

Who wants to be a millionaire?
I don't.

Who wants uranium to spare?
I don't.

Who wants to journey on a gigantic yacht?
Do I want a yacht? Oh, how I do not!

Who wants a fancy foreign car?
I don't.

Who wants to tire of caviar?
I don't.

Who wants a marble swimming pool too?
I don't.
And I don't 'cause all I want is you.

Who wants to be a millioniare?
I don't.

And go to every swell affair?
Uh uh

Who wants to ride behind a liv'ried chauffeur?
A liv'ried chauffeur? Do I want? No sir!

Who wants an opera box, I'll bet?
I don't.

And sleep through Wagner at the Met?
I don't.

Who wants to corner Cartier's too?
I don't.

And I don't. 'Cause All I want is you!