If Money Grew on Trees

If money grew on trees,

Heaven knows that I would live a life of ease.

I’d travel ev’rywhere,

Live just like a millionaire.

If money grew on trees,

I would find a fortune floating in the breeze.

I wouldn’t mind working hard,

Raising money in my own backyard.

I’d buy a million dollars worth of flashy clothes,

Strut down old Broadway.

I wouldn’t squeeze a dollar till it hollered.

If it hollered, I’d throw it away.

I’d live just like a king.

On each finger I would wear a diamond ring.

Then life would be a joke,

‘Cause I never would be broke

If money grew on trees.