Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eartha Kitt
Eartha Kitt
Vocals
Henri René
Henri René
Conductor
William Guy
William Guy
Trumpet
Manny Klein
Manny Klein
Trumpet
Manuel Stevens
Manuel Stevens
Trumpet
Sal Franzella
Sal Franzella
Woodwinds
Harry Klee
Harry Klee
Woodwinds
Wilbur Schwartz
Wilbur Schwartz
Woodwinds
Paul Smith
Paul Smith
Harpsichord
Lou Singer
Lou Singer
Marimba
Vincent Terri
Vincent Terri
Guitar
Joseph Comfort
Joseph Comfort
Bass
Nick Fatool
Nick Fatool
Drums
Frank Guerrero
Frank Guerrero
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marve Fisher
Marve Fisher
Songwriter
Henri René
Henri René
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Henri René
Henri René
Producer
Gordon Jenkins
Gordon Jenkins
Producer
Carlos Kase
Carlos Kase
Reissue Producer
Michael O. Drexler
Michael O. Drexler
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm just an old-fashioned girl with an old-fashioned mind
Not sophisticated, I'm the plain and simple kind
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old-fashioned millionaire
I'd like a plain simple car, a cerise Cadillac
Long enough to have a bowling alley in the back
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old-fashioned millionaire
I'll stay weaving at my loom
Be no trouble to my groom
If he'll keep the piles of money mounting
In our cottage there will be
A soundproof nursery
Not to wake the baby while I'm counting
I like the old-fashioned flowers, violets are for me
Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old-fashioned millionaire
I'm just a pilgrim at heart, oh so pure and genteel
Catch me in Las Vegas when I'm at the spinning wheel!
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old-fashioned millionaire
I'll ask for such simple things when my birthday occurs
Two apartment buildings that are labeled "Hers and Hers"
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old -fashioned millionaire
I like Chopin and Bizet
And the songs of yesterday
String quartets and Polynesian carols
But the music that excels
Is the sound of oil wells
As they slurp, slurp, slurp into the barrels
My little home will be quaint as an old parasol
And instead of carpets I'll have money wall to wall
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old-fashioned millionaire
Written by: Marve Fisher
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