If I Were a Rich Man - from "Fiddler On The Roof"

If I were a rich man
 Diddle,deedle,diddle,diggy,diggy,deedle,didle,bum
 All day long I'd eeddy beeddy bum
 If I were a wealthy man
 Wouldn't have to work hard
 Diddle,deedle,diddle,diggy,diggy,deedle,didle,bum
 If I were a eeddy beeddy rich
 Idle,giddle,deedle,diddle 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 could 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
 Squacking just as noisily as they can
 And each loud quack and clock and cococo and honk
 Would sound like a trumpet on the ear
 As if to say:Here lives a wealthy man,hey,yey,yey,yey,yey
 If I were a rich man
 Diddle,deedle,diddle,diggy,diggy,deeddle,didle,bum
 All day long I'd eeddy beeddy bum
 If I were a wealthy man
 Wouldn't have to work hard
 Diddle,deedle,diddle,diggy,diggy,deeddle,didle,bum
 Lord who made the lion of the lamb
 You decreed I should be what I am
 Would it spoil some vast eternal plan
 If I were a wealthy man