I’ve got ninety thousand pounds in my pyjamas,
I’ve got forty thousand french francs in my fridge.
I’ve got lost of lovely lire,
Now the Deutschemark’s getting dearer,
And my dollar bills would 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 wonderful as money,
(money,money,money,money)
There is nothing like a newly minted pound,
(money,money,money,money)
All: Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker,
It’s accountancy that makes the world go 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
moneeeeeeeeeeeyyyy)