If my friends could see me now

Dorothy Fields

If they could see me now, that little gang of mine
I’m lookin’ at your smile and it’s a healthy sign
I’d like those stumble bums to see for a fact
The kind of top-drawer, first-rate chum I attract

All I can say is wow, just look at where I am
Tonight I’ve landed, pow, right in a pot of jam
What a setup, holy cow, they’d never believe it
If my friends could see me now

If they could see me now, that little dusty group
Traipsin’ ’round this million-dollar chicken coop
You’re rubbin’ elbows with the cream of the crop
Whoever said there ain’t no room at the top?

To think this famous man, which I must say is he
Should pick an unknown gal, which there’s no doubt is me
What a setup, wow, holy cow, they’ll never believe it
If my friends could see me, if they all could see me

Fonte (v. 1-2 da terceira estrofe, em port.): Conniff, R. 2004. História natural dos ricos. RJ, Zahar. Letra de canção exibida originalmente em 1966.