Dutch cover
French cover
Swedish cover
7" vinyl single
UK: Columbia DB 8486 (no picture sleeve)
Holland: Columbia DB 8486
France: Columbia CF 173
Sweden: Columbia DB 8486
Released in 1968
Side A
BABY’S RICH (Hensley/Konas) 2.45
Side B
SOMEWHERE IN THE STREET (Hensley) 2.47
Mono versions
KEN HENSLEY - Keyboards, Guitar & Vocals
JOHN GLASCOCK - Bass Guitar
LEE KERSLAKE - Drums
JOE KONAS - Guitar & Vocals
BABY’S RICH
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
Money in this world isn’t everything
They tell me
It’s no good acting like the king
They tell me
For every penny that you spend
You’ll allways find you loose a friend
In the end, end, end, end!
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
I’m gonna show you a different life
If you let me
If money is your biggest thing
Then forget me
If you’re always gonna pinch a penny
When it comes to friends
You won’t have any
In the end, end, end, end!
Oh, oh, la la la
Oh, oh, la la la
Oh, oh, la la la
Oh, oh, la la la
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
Oh, oh, la la la
Oh, oh, la la la
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
My my, my baby’s rich
Girl, she buys me everything
My my, my baby’s hitch
Always acting like the king
SOMEWHERE IN THE STREET
Somewhere in the street
I saw a face I couldn't forget
Later in that street
I cried a tear of bitter regret
I reached the place
Where she stood only a moment before
Now there's no face
Only lonely shadows and raindrops of tears
Somewhere in the street
I saw a face I couldn't forget
Later in that street
I cried a tear of bitter regret
I am so tired
So tired of chasing a face in a dream
Waiting and watching
From a lonely window it's always the same
Somewhere in the street
I saw a face I couldn't forget
Later in that street
I cried a tear of bitter regret
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