Bored

[Mr. Rich]:
If you could see the inside of my stomach
I think it might just take your breath away
But no matter how I diet
It simply won't stay quiet!
It's like some sort of riot
Or like a fiery blast on Judgment Day!

(Coughs)

My blood pressure!
You ask me, "What about my blood pressure?"
My cardiogram reads like some comic opera plot!
I cannot sleep!
I cannot eat!
And none of those stupid doctors has the slightest idea what I've got!

(Coughs harder)

When I've got a terrible hunger
Feeling the need to be eating
I just press the bell in my dining room
All at once, it's teeming with gastronomes
Who prepare the rarest of recipes:
Peacock's tails and truffles from Tuscany
Stuffed into a boar's head from Borneo
Glazed on top with blazing tomato paste!
When they cut the tongue out
I'm bored!
Bored!
Bored!
Bored!

When I'm in a state of depression
Craving some fresh titillation
I just dial the world's finest intercom
Instantly, they send exhibitionists
Who perform the latest atrocities
Meant to whet the deadest of appetites!
As they show each sexy spectacular
And erect each pulsating pyramid
Rising to a climax
I'm bored!
Bored!
Bored!
Bored!

I'm the richest man in the western world
There's nothing I can't afford!
I'm the president of the stock exchange
I'm the chairman of every board!
I've got every thing that they say it takes
But no matter how much I hoard

I'm bored!
Bored!
Bored!
Bored!
Bored! Bored! Bored! Bored!
Poopy-poopy-poo!

I'm
B-
Bum!
O-
Bum!
R-
Bum!
E-D!

Bored!
God, how I'm bored!
Bored! Bored!