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I know a man named Rich who's poor 

Can't afford to pay his rent anymore 

His landlord said 'If the rent you don't pay

I'm sorry, you can't stay

Get out, I'll change the locks on the door'

Rich had a job in the grocery store 

It paid minimum wage, not a cent more 

He'd make deliveries to grannies

And to all of the nannies 

Most of whom came from a foreign shore 

A rich widow who lived on the penthouse floor 

Checked Rich out, liked what she saw 

She said 'I know I'm a nut

But he's got a great butt

And what he's packing in front I adore'

I don't see Rich too much anymore 

Is he having fun? Of that I am sure 

He's living the dream 

Can hear both of them scream

And my apartment's on the ground floor!