When I was a boy I never played with toys Never had a friend Never laughed or cried much
And when I was a boy My father was a man With a strict and sturdy hand No soft touch
Make that money, make that money Make that money run like honey on your tongue Gotta make that money, make that money Listen, sonny, learn to sting before your stung!
Now that I'm a man Every penny has been planned I'm financially grand And perfectly greedy
Sentimental fools I make all your rules I've got your cash and jewels They're all mortgaged to me
And I know cause he told me so Told me so, I believe him I still believe Give me that money!
Controlling all your cash I could make you live in trash I eat pheasant, you eat hash No philanthropy
But when it's time for me to croak Bury me with all my dough And where there should've been an oak My private money tree will grow