If I was a rich man, ya da diddle diddle diddle diddle diddle diddle dum
All day long I'd biddle biddle bum, if i was a wealthy man
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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, one even longer coming down
One leading nowhere just for show
Without our tradition, our lives would be as shaky, as a fiddler on the roof