You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You - Dean Martin, Nelson Riddle And His Orchestra

The wealthy ones like you look down

On the common folk like me

Makin' bets to what degree of fool we are

Through your rose-coloured windows

You see yourself above us

Standin' in the mud and gazin' at the stars

But the rich and poor have in common

The common cold, the heartburn and the heartache

Put our pants on just the same

Your worth don’t make you better, babe

'Cause I can tread water, babe

As long as you think you make it rain

While you got your raisin', girl

And your diamond-studded world

I got pulled up on the hungry side o' town

I cut my teeth on bacon rind

There ain’t no hide as tough as mine

But it might be fun awhile to be your clown

So, get your whip and do your thing

And I’ll run around the ring

Ride my white horse, wear my armour too

Aah, but I don’t easy blister, babe

I’ll be your Court Jester, babe

Don’t think you won’t pay the fiddler too

I put your hand in mine

It was a shockin' time to find

The water hot, the current strong and deep and wet

You had me strugglin' for a time

A-draggin' on your line

But never fear, this fish will never swim

While you’re playin' with my mind

I’ll be payin' with your money, honey

As long as your account can stand the drain

I’ll fan the flame and make it hotter

'Cause I think I can walk on water

As long as you can make it rain

Aww, I’ll hang around awhile

Study your style

Come out a whole lot wiser man indeed

'Cause the last time anyone as grand

As you appeared and looked around

Found the grandest star up in the East

Hey, but I don’t see no halo

Just a little girl with a lot of gold

Wantin' one more trinket for her golden scene

Aah, but you got a hot one hangin', kid

Don’t let him say you never did your best

Be my guest, make it rain

Aah, make it rain

Babe, make it rain

Make it rain

Oh, make it rain