I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pyjamas.
I've got forty-thousand French francs in my fridge.
I've got lots of lovely lyre,
Now the Deutschemark's getting dearer,
And my dollar bills could buy the Brooklyn Bridge.
Chorus: There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash.
Some people say it's folly,
But I'd rather have the lolly.
With money you can ma-ake a splash.
Finale: There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
(money,money,money,money)
There is nothing like a newly minted pound.
(money,money,money,money)
Everyone must hanker
For the butchness of a banker,
It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round.
(round,round,round,round)
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase;
For it's money, money, money makes the world go round.
(money,money,money,money,
money,money,money,money,
moneeeeeeeeeyyy.)
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