Mike:
Who Has An Itch
To Be Filthy Rich?
Liz:
Who Gives A Hoot
For A Lot Of Loot?
Mike:
Who Longs To Live
A Life Of Perfect Ease?
Liz:
And Be Swamped By Necessary Luxuries?
Mike:
Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
Have Flashy Flunkeys Ev'rywhere?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
Who Wants The Bother Of A Country Estate?
Liz:
A Country Estate Is Something I'd Hate!
Mike:
Who Wants To Wallow In Champagne?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
Who Wants A Supersonic Plane?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
Who Wants A Marble Swimming Pool Too?
Liz:
I Don't.
Both:
And I Don't
'Cause All I Want Is You.
Mike:
Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
And Have Uranium To Spare?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
Who Wants To Journey On A Gigantic Yacht?
Liz:
Do I Want A Yacht?
Oh, How I Do Not!
Who Wants A Fancy Foreign Car?
Mike:
I Don't.
Liz:
Who Wants To Tire Of Caviar?
Mike:
I Don't.
Liz:
Who Wants A Private Landing Field Too?
Mike:
I Don't.
Both:
And I Don't.
'Cause All I Want Is You.
Mike:
Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
And Go To Every Swell Affair?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
Who Wants To Ride Behind A Liv'ried Chauffeur?
Liz:
A Liv'ried Chauffeur
Do I Want? No Sir!
Mike:
Who Wants An Opera Box, I'll Bet?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
And Sleep Through Wagner At The Met?
Liz:
I Don't.
Mike:
Who Wants To Corner Cartier's Too?
Liz:
I Don't.
Both:
And I Don't,
'Cause All I Want Is You.