My God, How the Money Rolls In!
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_Words:
Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
Source: Standing Song Stone Book
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My father makes books on the corner.
My mother makes second-hand gin.
My sister makes love for a dollar.
My god, how the money rolls in!
_Chorus
Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money rolls in, rolls in!
Rolls in, rolls in, my god, how the money rolls in!_
My grandma makes pink prophylactics
She punches the end with a pin.
My grandpa does bootleg abortions
My God, how the money rolls in!
_Chorus_
My brother's a poor missionary
He saves gorgeous women from sin
He'll save you a blonde for five dollars
My God, how the money rolls in!
_Chorus_
My cousin's a poor dirt farmer.
He tosses his crops in the bin.
He sells our when there is a shortage.
My God, how the money rolls in!
_Chorus_
Oh, I'm just a poor mercenary.
I don't care if we lose or win,
As long as you're still here on payday.
My God, how the money rolls in!
_Chorus_
My mother's a boarding-house keeper.
Each night as the lights grow dim,
She hangs a red light in the window.
My God, how the money rolls in!
_Chorus_
My mother asks home politicians
To play in a night full of sin.
My father pops in with a camera.
My God, how the money rolls in!
_Chorus_
My cousin sells shields to the Tartars.
The plywood they're made with is thin.
Myself, I'm renowned as a doctor.
My God, how the money rolls in!
_Chorus_
My brother, the poor mercenary,
He hires out to help people win.
Since both sides are paying his salary, My God, how the money rolls in!
_Chorus_
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