See the rich in their houses
Gold trim around every door
Bite our lips in envy
'Cause nobody wants to be poor
Yeah, nobody wants to be poor

Heard the poet and his lady
Are making love just to keep warm
Singing: All you need is love
But baby, nobody wants to be poor
No, no, nobody wants to be poor

Don’t measure your wealth in money
Or get caught up in the great decay
If you’re folding or stacking
I hear it all turns to dust some day
I count my riches in a different way

I can swim in the ocean
Hear my babies laugh from the shore
Whether you’re counting houses or love
Baby, nobody wants to be poor
No, nobody wants to be poor