Hotel Del Coronado, may I help you?

Hotel Del Coronado, may I be of service?

Hotel Del Coronado, please hold

Paging Mr. Fielding

Telegram, telegram!

Phone for Mr. Fielding!

Wall Street calling!

Your mother calling!

Tell us Mr. Fielding

What's the key to your success?

You seem to float above a world

That’s totally a mess!

Well...

(sung)

They say the Great Depression's gotten everybody's goat

But Pops invented root beer, and it’s keeping me afloat!

And so I've sailed the sеven seas to find myself a matе

Love comes and goes, and heaven knows

I've spent a lot on bait!

Yes, money can be made or lost, for that's what money does

But that's not why, at night, I cry

The reason is because

I like sailing on every coast

I've got millions, but I can't boast

Because I'm missing what I need most

I’m a poor little millionaire!

Doo-wop, doo-wop!

Most girls think I’m a perfect match

Yeah!

They see me and think, “Ooh, what a catch!”

Mmm-hmm

But all my lovers go down the hatch

I'm a poor little millionaire!

Doo-wop, doo-wop, bop!

I pay my taxes, I got no debt

I’m just a little pot o' gold!

Pot o' gold!

So I keep casting out my fishing net

But the only thing I catch is a cold!

Aww!

But I'll keep sailing across the sea

Until that siren starts beckoning me

And when we merge, I’ll no longer be

Just a

Poor little millionaire!

Doo-wow!

The Hotel Del Coronado! We made it!

Smell that ocean air!

It almost makes you wanna run away to Mexico!

It looks like a movie set!

I've never seen anything like it!

The view is...

Absolutely beautiful!

I was sitting in sad repose

But then the boat started rockin'

And there she blows!

Woo!

So now I'm hoping that Lorelei goes

For a poor little millionaire!

Doo-wop, doo-wop!

Like Captain Ahab, I'm in my prime

And I could show you a whale of a time

I pray you aren't put off that I'm

Just a poor little millionaire!

Doo-wop, doo-wop, bop!

I've been lookin' for a gal for whom

Cash is not an aphrodisiac

Good luck!

‘Cause the nights are lonely, only countin' your stash

And though I love my money

It doesn't kiss back!

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Aww!

Do you believe in love at first sight?

It sure is whetting my appetite

So, say you'll sail on my yacht tonight

With this

Poor little millionaire!

Oh, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Osgood Fielding the third.​

I guess that makes me Cinderella the second!

I'm the proprietor of this humble oasis. We aim to make our guests feel equally welcome and properly pampered. May I help with your case?

I can do my own heavy lifting, thank you!

You must be with the band! I have a front row table to your show tonight.​

I'll try not to spit on you.​

Oh, don't hold back on my account! I'm a Pisces!

Good! Then you know there's other fish in the sea.​

Pardon me. Might you know that young Aphrodite's name?

Who, Daphne?

Daphne! Time stands still!

Daphne!

My poor love life was all at sea (Ooh)

I was all resigned to walk the plank (Walk the plank)

But now my heart's feeling quite fancy-free (Ooh)

So let's bust open my piggy bank! (Piggy!)

Be my matey and say “aye, aye!” (Aye!)

The next step, baby, we'll hit the sky!

On the kind of happiness money can't buy

With your poor little millionaire!

Millionaire!

Whoo!