Who Is Rich?

I strive to be rich, to travel on the roads, of the capital cities, in Sedan or limousine. I work hard to be rich, to find a lot in Beverly hills, to buy an aircraft and a hover to fly and float. I work day and half night, to be rich to others sight, to smoke a cigar of an inch, and a few girls to pinch. scanty girls of Los vegas, dress up, for a living, trendy sad faced Indians, walk alone for a living. I want to be rich, traveling as a rat, through the holes of, capital cities. She wants to be rich, He wants to be rich and we want to be rich, but people call us rich.