CHORUS
I’ve got to follow the money
Gotta go to work
Gotta make a living
Till my body hurts
Gotta bite my lip
Gotta wreck my health
Gotta break my back
For my share of the wealth
CHORUS
I’ve gotta follow the money
Gotta earn my pay
I spent everything
I earned yesterday
Gotta find the cash
‘Cause it won’t find me
So I can feed myself
And my family
When I left school I was bummin’ around
I’d smoke and drink and let my mind wander
I’d roll out of bed about 12 o’clock
I can’t do that any longer
CHORUS
Now I need to toil ’cause it’s good for my soul
I feel clean when I’m working
You can drop all the mystical Celtic bull
‘Cause that stuff’s just jerking
I’m not saying that I work like my dad
I know I don’t work like my mum
But I’m made of the same stuff and I’m six feet tall
Gimme the tools, I’ll get the job done
CHORUS