Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? With Celeste Holm

Who wants to be a millionaire?

I don't.



Have flashy flunkeys everywhere?

I don't.



Who wants the bother of a country estate?

A country estate is something I'd hate!



Who wants to wallow in champagne?

I don't.



Who wants a supersonic plane?

I don't.



Who wants a private landing field too?

I don't.

And I don't 'cause all I want is you.



Who wants to be a millionaire?

I don't.



Who wants uranium to spare?

I don't.



Who wants to journey on a gigantic yacht?

Do I want a yacht? Oh, how I do not!



Who wants a fancy foreign car?

I don't.



Who wants to tire of caviar?

I don't.



Who wants a marble swimming pool too?

I don't.

And I don't 'cause all I want is you.



Who wants to be a millioniare?

I don't.



And go to every swell affair?

Uh uh



Who wants to ride behind a liv'ried chauffeur?

A liv'ried chauffeur? Do I want? No sir!



Who wants an opera box, I'll bet?

I don't.



And sleep through Wagner at the Met?

I don't.



Who wants to corner Cartier's too?

I don't.



And I don't. 'Cause All I want is you!