Regarding yesterday's column, a friend reminds us of this Cole Porter song: "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," from High Society (1956), sung by Frank Sinatra and Celeste Holm....

Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't.
Have flashy flunkeys everywhere? I don't.
Who wants the bother of a country estate? 
A country estate is something I'd hate!
Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't.
Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't.
Who wants a marble swimming pool too? I don't.
And I don't `cause all I want is you.

Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't.
Who wants uranium to spare?  I don't.
Who wants to journey on a gigantic yacht?
Do I want a yacht? Oh, how I do not!
Who wants a fancy foreign car? I don't.
Who wants to tire of caviar? I don't.
Who wants a private landing field too? I don't.
And I don't `cause all I want is you.

Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't.
And go to every swell affair? I don't.
Who wants to ride behind a liveried chauffeur?
A liveried chauffeur, do I want? No sir.
Who wants an opera box I'll bet? I don't.
And sleep through Wagner at the Met? I don't.
Who wants to corner Cartier's too? I don't.
And I don't 'cause all I want is you.