Hey lucky people, North and South
This is your leader, I'm called "the mouth"
We're gonna play a game that's funny
Get the, get the, get the money

Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money

Walking on the beach, all disenchanted
Blackness in my heart
Anything they want now, they can't stop me, energy goes dead.
Riviera buildings, high, depressing
Look like cookie boxes
In my heart a hurricane is blowing
In my head a clock ticks.
Tic-tack, tic-tack...

Get the money, Mr. Potato
Get the money, pay the Eskimo

Money, money, money, money, money

ABC
Schoolboys, schoolgirls, don't make funny
Take a deep breath, get the money

Money, money, money, money, money

lot of neigbourhood, oncrete and windows
Uphere on the mountain
I wonder if somebody sees me walking
I could hide in that fountain.
Pretty little girl, I like to know [bad word] this a-way
Back in school, I can't believe that I could not obey

Get the money, Mr. Potato
Get the money, pay the Eskimo

Money, money, money, money, money

Crawl on your belly, bust your skull
There's the money, real as [bad word] 

William Tell

Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money

I met an actor, river speed boat
He made crabby movies
Robin Maxwell had a yacht
But it didn't die so groovy

Me, I confess, I like to swim and
watch the telly, my news
I've been hanging 'round the beach
But the money pays my kwanos

Get the money, Mr. Potato
Get the money, pay the Eskimo

Money, money, money, money, money,

It's kind of like a fortress, it's kind of like a tomb
Sitting with your money in a near dark room

Feels like a discharge, feels like a death
Feels like a taste of dying breath

Feels like a toed, feels like a frog
Feels like a serpent, all night long