If I Were a Rich Man Lyrics was released on August 24, 1971, from the Album ‘Fiddler on the Roof’. The song was sung by Chaim Topol. If I Were a Rich Man Song Lyrics are penned by Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick. While the song was produced by Norman Newell.
Song Credits:
| Released | August 24, 1971 |
| Album | Fiddler on the Roof |
| Singer | Chaim Topol |
| Songwriter(s) | Jerry Bock & Sheldon Harnick |
| Producer | Norman Newell |
If I Were a Rich Man Lyrics:
Dear god, you made many
Many poor people
I realize, of course
That it’s no shame to be poor
But it’s no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible
If I had a small fortune?
If I were a rich man
Ya ha deedle deedle
Bubba bubba deedle deedle dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Ya ha deedle deedle
Bubba bubba deedle deedle dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man
I’d build a big tall house
With rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading nowhere, just for show
I’d fill my yard with chicks
And turkeys and geese and ducks
For the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each loud “Cheep” and “Swaqwk”
And “Honk” and “Quack”
Would land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say “Here lives a wealthy man
If I were a rich man
Ya ha deedle deedle
Bubba bubba deedle deedle dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Ya ha deedle deedle
Bubba bubba deedle deedle dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man
I see my wife, my golde
Looking like a rich man’s wife
With a proper double-chin
Supervising meals to her heart’s delight
I see her putting on airs
And strutting like a peacock
Oy, what a happy mood she’s in
Screaming at the servants, day and night
The most important men in town
Would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them
Like a solomon the wise
If you please, reb tevye…
Pardon me, reb tevye…
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi’s eyes!
And it won’t make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong
When you’re rich
They think you really know!
If I were rich
I’d have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray
And maybe have a seat by the eastern wall
And I’d discuss the holy books
With the learned men several hours every day
That would be the sweetest thing of all
If I were a rich man
Ya ha deedle deedle
Bubba bubba deedle deedle dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Ya ha deedle deedle
Bubba bubba deedle deedle dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man
Lord who mad ethe lion and the lamb
You decreed I should be what I am
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan?
If I were a wealthy man