RICH

COCO:

(Maestro, please! Come on, come on - stop tuning up!)

When cash is scarce and you are poor

And wolves are growling at your door.

Nothing in life’s coming free (yes, yes, come on)

And all of your life seems to be sung off key:

I have a dream that I am rich

And life goes by without a hitch.

I’ll be an ostentatious buyer

Here’s the things that I’ll acquire:

My gravy boat will be a yacht

Some birds that cheep but cost a lot

A sequinned hat to show I’m flash

I’ll paint coins scarlet so I have reddy cash!

The steak I eat will be so rare

That if you look it won’t be there.

No common cold, my cash I’ll flout

When I am ill, I’ll have the gout

A dress won’t be just what I wear

I’ll also have one in Mayfair.

No more garlic, that’s shallots.

‘Cos I want money and I want to have lots.

I’ll have my gowns washed in a ditch

To prove I’m really filthy rich!

I think I’ll buy up several banks

For once, it’s them who’ll give me thanks!

Foreign authors I’ll digest

Though Czech books are what I like best.

When you’re rich fun never ends

I want money ‘cos it brings dividends.

SAPPHI.

Some things nice, Mother

Don’t have a price, Mother;

It’s people not things that make life.

Who cares what stuff we don’t get to own?

We’ve got each other and we’re rich because we’re not alone, so

Can’t you see, Mother,

We’ve each got each other?

We’re wealthy despite the strife.

Simply, I’ve got you and you’ve got me right here.

I like things inexpensive but dear.

COCO.

Banknotes for loo-roll is my plan

It shows that I’m flash in the pan.

A walk-in wardrobe on two floors

So big, there’s bouncers on the doors.

Sharp running shoes will cut a dash

It’s sprint not skint thanks to my stash.

All my money stored in sacks

SAPPHI.

You want money - but just think of the tax!

Folks with a fortune great

Can be unfortunate

Here’s just a few of the ills:

Burglars and muggers and begging friends

Those vi’lent shocks and scares of stocks and shares that never end, so

When you’re so well-to-do

Things can be hell to do:

All those insurance bills!

So think how you’ll feel when you’re at Ascot next year.

You’ve made it, but all your friends are back here.

COCO (slightly more reflective).

The point you’re making seems to be

I’m rich with love from you to me –

SAPPHI.

From me to you. It’s us that counts

Much more than any cash amounts.

COCO.

The things in life for which I’ve prayed

Should not be wealth and bills all paid.

You can’t judge things by what they cost

Just think when your dear dad was lost.

So Sapphi, dear, I must agree

That the best things in life are free.

Love you, darling , you’re my kid -

But we need money... can you lend me ten quid?