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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

Told me so
Told me so
He told me so