Lionel The Miser   (G. Kooymans/R. Gerritsen) 1967 Winter-Harvest

 

He has a lot of money, maybe’s a millonaire

And the way it is, well he doesn’t care

If he can love his money just like the way he wants

He will be satisfied and he thinks it isn’t wrong

 

They call him Lionel, Lionel the Miser

They call him Lionel, Lionel he’s wrong

They call him Lionel, Lionel the Miser

They call him Lionel, Lionel he’s wrong

 

But one day you know, ‘cause today he died

He loved all of his money and no one cried

‘Cause nobody loved him and couldn’t care he died

And now he’s gone in the middle of the night

 

They called him Lionel, Lionel the Miser

They called him Lionel, Lionel he was wrong

They called him Lionel, Lionel the Miser

They called him Lionel, Lionel he was wrong

 

He owned a lot of money, maybe was a millionaire

And the way it is, well he didn’t care

If he could’ve burned his money, just like the way he wanted

He would be satisfied and he thought it wasn’t wrong

 

They called him Lionel, Lionel the Miser

They called him Lionel, Lionel he was wrong

They called him Lionel, Lionel the Miser

They called him Lionel, Lionel he was wrong