. ♪ ♪ if i were a rich man ♪ yaba da di da di da di da di di di da ♪ all day long, i'd diddle diddle i were a wealthy man ♪ i wouldn't have to work hard ♪ da da da ♪ all day long, i'll diddle diddle dum ♪ if i were a little bittle rich ♪ ay yay yay... so one day, i get a phone call from south america. they want me to be tevya in "fiddler on the roof." now, i have to explain to them that i'm jewish and i don't play friday nights, and saturday matinees, and rosh hashana, yom kippur, succos, simcha torah, pesach, shuvuas, tishe be'av, erev tishe be'av, hanukah, purim, barbara streisand's birthday-- i don't play. ( laughter ) they said, all right, it doesn't matter, you can do it. we can work out a deal with you, you don't have to work. but you've got to sing it our way. i said, "what's your way? "what do you mean? what's your way?" the south american way." ♪ dear god, you've made many, many, many poor people in the world. i realize, of course, it's no shame to be poor, but it is no great honor, either. so what would've happened, what would be so terrible if i would have a little fortune