Though I'm flat, though I'm broke,
Though I'm bent, I'm contented to never sigh,
As time goes by.
You know, there's a gleam in my eye,
And inside of my heart I'm a lucky girl,
There's a reason why;

I'm feeling like a million,
Though I haven't got a dollar, a shilling or a sou,
Still I'm feeling like a million,
And I want to get this over to you;

That I'm feeling like a million,
Though I haven't got a villa, a cottage or a bed
Still I'm walking like a million,
With my hat on the side of my head.

What's this thing that I've found
Through the days that I've clowned?
Is it you that's around?
I get a crazy feeling
I could jump up to the ceiling!

'Cause I'm feeling like a million,
Though I couldn't buy a stocking, a handbag or a glove
Still I'm feeling like a million,
Is it you, is it me, is it love?
Ohh!

I'm feeling like a million,
Though I haven't got a guinea, a lira or a sou,
Still I'm feeling like a million,
And I want to get this over to you;

That I'm feeling like a million,
Though I haven't got a mansion, a trailer or a fence
Still I'm walking like a million,
With my hat on the side of my head.

What's this thing that I've found
Through the days that I've clowned?
Is it you that's around?
I get a crazy feeling
I could jump up to the ceiling!

'Cause I'm feeling like a million,
Though I couldn't buy a stable, a diamond or a glove
Still I'm feeling like a million,
Is it you, ooh?
Is it me, ooh?
Is it love?

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): ARTHUR FREED, NACIO BROWN, NACIO HERB BROWN