Fiddler on the Roof Page #4

Yubby dibby dibby dibby

dibby dibby dibby dum

If I were a biddy biddy rich.

Idle deedle daidle daidle man

I'd build.

A big, tall house.

With rooms by the dozen.

Right in the middle of the town.

A fine tin roof with real

wooden floors below.

There would be one long

staircase just going up.

And one even longer coming down.

And one more leading

nowhere just for show

I'd fill my yard.

With chicks and turkeys and geese.

And ducks for the town to see and hear.

Squawking just as noisily as they can.

And each loud.

Agay and agoo and aga and a cack.

Will land like a

trumpet on the ear.

As if to say.

Here lives a wealthy man.

Ahh

If I were a rich man.

Yubby dibby dibby dibby

dibby dibby dibby dum

All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.

If I were a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work hard.

Yubby dibby dibby dibby

dibby dibby dibby dum

If I were a biddy biddy rich.

Idle deedle daidle daidle man

I'd see my wife, my Golde.

Looking like a rich man's wife.

With a proper double chin.

Supervising meals to

her heart's delight

I'd see her putting on airs

and strutting like a peacock.

Oh, what a happy mood she's in.

Screaming at the

servants day and night.

Wee YaHaa! Wee YaHaa!

The most important men in town

will come to fawn on me.

They will ask me to advise them.

Like Solomon the Wise.

"If you please, Reb Tevye"

"Pardon me, Reb Tevye"

Posing problems that would

cross a rabbi's eyes.

Yah dee dee da da

Yah dee da da

Yah dee da da

daa

And it won't make one

bit of difference.

If I answer right or wrong.

When you're rich they

think you really know.

If I were rich

I'd have the time that I lack.

To sit in the synagogue and pray.

And maybe have a seat

by the Eastern wall.

And I'd discuss the holy books.

With the learned men

seven hours every day.

And that would be.

The sweetest thing of all.

Oi.

If I were a rich man.

Yubby dibby dibby dibby

dibby dibby dibby dum

All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.

If I were a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work hard.

Yubby dibby dibby dibby

dibby dibby dibby dum

Lord who made the lion and the lamb.

You decreed I should be what I am.

Would it spoil some vast eternal plan

if I were

a wealthy

man?

Tevye, Tevye! Where's your horse?

Well, he decided to take the day off.

- Have a good Sabbath.

- Thank you, Your Honor, thank you.

- Tevye, you're late.

- Where's your horse?

- It's almost the Sabbath.

- You kept us all waiting.

What happened to your horse?

Look at this! Look what

it says in the paper!

- Look, look, look!

- What's the matter, Avram?

Sha! Quiet!

Quiet! Quiet!

Stop braying like a pack of mules,

and let a man talk. Talk, Avram.

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