My father makes books on the corner.
My mother makes second-hand gin.
My sister makes love for a dollar.
My god, how the money rolls in!
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Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money rolls in, rolls in!
Rolls in, rolls in, my god, how the money rolls in!
My grandma makes pink prophylactics
She punches the end with a pin.
My grandpa does bootleg abortions
My God, how the money rolls in!
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My brother's a poor missionary
He saves gorgeous women from sin
He'll save you a blonde for five dollars
My God, how the money rolls in!
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My cousin's a poor dirt farmer.
He tosses his crops in the bin.
He sells our when there is a shortage.
My God, how the money rolls in!
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Oh, I'm just a poor mercenary.
I don't care if we lose or win,
As long as you're still here on payday.
My God, how the money rolls in!
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My mother's a boarding-house keeper.
Each night as the lights grow dim,
She hangs a red light in the window.
My God, how the money rolls in!
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My mother asks home politicians
To play in a night full of sin.
My father pops in with a camera.
My God, how the money rolls in!
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My cousin sells shields to the Tartars.
The plywood they're made with is thin.
Myself, I'm renowned as a doctor.
My God, how the money rolls in!
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My brother, the poor mercenary,
He hires out to help people win.
Since both sides are paying his salary,
My God, how the money rolls in!
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