Boom-Dee-Adda

Boom-dee-adda, boom-dee-adda, ziss-boom-bah
Halleluiah, hip-hooray and do-re-me-fah-sah

Betcha can't guess why my spirits are flying high
My uncle left me scads of dough, a happy dude am I

Let me see, what to do with all my new found cash
A villa on the Riviera, each night a different bash

Or what about a condo in the center of Manhattan
Frequent all the trendy spots in tails, top hat, and satin

Find a gal with a luscious bod to curl up all my toes
Money talks, I might get lucky, heaven surely knows

Keep your knickers on said one of my close friends
Is this the way you really want this lurid tale to end?

Why not give it all to the needy coz at the end of the day
You'll feel like a million bucks, and this is what you'll say

Boom-dee-adda, boom-dee-adda, ziss-boom-bah
Halleluiah, hip-hooray and do-re-me-fah-lah