“Kathy, we haven’t seen your ukulele. Did you bring it on the trip?”

Well, since you asked:

My house in Budapest, my hidden treasure chest

Golden grand piano, my beautiful castillo

You, ooh, you, ooh, I’d leave it all

My acres of a land, I have achieved

It may be hard for you to stop and believe

But for you, ooh, you, ooh, I’d leave it all

Oh for you, ooh, you, ooh, I’d leave it all

Give me one good reason why I should never make a change

And baby if you hold me then all of this will go away

My many artifacts, the list goes on

If you just say the words, I’ll up and run

Oh to you, ooh, you, ooh, I’d leave it all

Oh for you, ooh, you, ooh I’d leave it all