He’s got dollar signs where his eyes should be, and in England, he’s got pounds
His appetite for moolah knows no bounds
He’d rather drown in a river of gold than float on empty clouds
Those dollar signs in his skull really weigh him down
His chief priority, is not a mystery
Spondulicks on the brain,
He’s questing after that squalor
His mind is single-tracked, wants green on every back
(that’s the) the avaracious way
Not a gentleman nor a scholar, only loyalty to the dollar
He’s got dollar signs where his eyes should be, and in England, he’s got pounds
His appetite for moolah knows no bounds
He’d rather drown in a river of gold than float on empty clouds
Those dollar signs in his skull really weigh him down
What more must be said, he needs to bring that bread
This subject matter’s fully mined
Big, dollar signs (Doo-dah, doo-dah-la) fat, bottom lines (doo-dah, doo-dah-la)
And that’s all, there’s
No need to crack motivation, insight gets a vacation
He’s got dollar signs where his eyes should be, and in England, he’s got pounds
His appetite for moolah knows no bounds
He’d rather drown in a river of gold than float on empty clouds
Those dollar signs in his skull really weigh him down
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