don't want no gal to call me honey.
Don't want my name in the hall of fame,
just want a big fat pile of money.
Give me that almighty dollar
for that lettuce, let me holler.
Give me buckets full of ducats,
Eldonero, wanna be a millionaire -er.
I want that green ammunition.
That's the stuff for which I'm
Fill my closets with deposits.
Gimme shekels, gimme pesos.
Let me see those smilin' faces.
And whistle the wearin' of the green.
I got that monetary itis,
like to be just like King Midas.
I like that golden touch,
Give me that old double eagle.
Want that tender that is legal.
I am financially substantial.
Want to live in regal splendor
with that loving leg al tender.
Now that's pretty good, Big Jim.
Yeah, I'm a greenback collector.
I'm a paper bill inspector.
I'm a savage for that cabbage.
Man, to me, it's gold nectar.
Pour that filthy lucre on me.
Spread those lovin' germs upon me.
Just let me roll round upon it.
Stuff those bank rags in my bonnet, any kind,
just so some president has got his picture on it.
Let me just sit there and fool it.
Give me money, money, money, money.
I want a carload of cash.
A vat full of Vodio dough.
You know, your banker never lets it,
Got it, boy, that's all he wants to know.
So give me treasure I can measure,
cause that's my idea of pleasure.
Give me wampum, gelder, gedis,
let me count it at my leisure,
let me live in regal splendor
with that loving legal tender,
And if they ever plant trees
I want to be the guy they send
money money money money...