I hope today will be a bigger payday
For bills come through the mail all the time
They always take a big chunk of my pay.
That’s what I got for buying things on time.
Paying bills for the world to see
Let the people know I don’t have what I need
When I’m all debt-free, will I see the day?
When the bills come due, my cash just flies away.
It seems to me a crime they charge such interest
These monthly payments get to be so large.
Each time I pay little of my principal.
I should have thought before I used my charge.
Paying bills for the world to see
Let the people know I don’t have what I need
When I’m all debt-free, will I see the day?
When the bills come due, my cash just flies away.
Sung to the tune of "Friends" by Elton John
In for a penny, in for a pound
money makes the world go round.
“Baksheesh, pretty lady, Cleopatra eyes?”
foreign intrigue in a bantering guise.
“What do you want, My Queen?”
“Just for you, right here, behind the screen.”
One dollar, five pounds, the world goes round
in for a penny, in for a pound.
“Oh my beauty, please stay, please.
Come, come here, to my shop, stay for tea?”
“No hassle, so honest, nice things abound!”
Money, not love, makes the world go round.
*Baksheesh means a TIP in arabic.
This is just a bit of fun. It's a parody on the NAZI song in the film cabaret. My version
is about the present banking crisis!
Here is the original version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bs5bnVoZK4Q
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The ink on the money is barely warm
The bull down in Walls Street runs free
But gathered together to greet the storm
Tomorrow belongs to me
The branch of the bank is shifty and keen
To take your tax dollars for free
But somewhere the story awaits unseen
Tomorrow belongs to me
The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
Ignorant of what’s coming you see
But soon says the whisper, arise, arise
Tomorrow belongs to me
Now IMF, IMF, show us the joke
Your children have waited to see
The morning will come
When the world is broke
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me
Now IMF, IMF, show us the joke
Your children have waited to see
The morning will come
When the world is broke
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me
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