When I was young (or maybe, five), And glad, so glad to be alive, Oh, how my fancy used to itch To be – how shall I put it? – rich! A millionaire, it seemed to me, Was quite the only thing to be; A millionaire or billionaire Or trillionaire – let’s leave it there! Well, now my jolly youth is dead, My pretty, infant fancies fled, And here I sit and brood and itch To be – how shall I put it? – rich!
- by Samuel Hoffenstein (1890 - 1947) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Simon Sargon (b. 1938), "When I was young", 1969 [ voice and piano ], from Take Five, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
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