He was born in a murderous fashion

The [bad word] of the business class was his passion

Number by hustle he numbered his muscles

Honour by honest he fell down upon us

And everybody’s acting like they’ve heard something back 

From my baby,

my baby and me

Castles and tassels and flatulent [bad word] 

I love you

Always

Standing in the sunlight some might say

That her hair was falling down from the building that day

The silvery ball was down by the bridge

And she used to take pills in the woods where she lived

And everybody’s acting like they’ve heard something back 

From my baby, my baby and me

Castles and tassels and flatulent [bad word] 

I love you, always

The man you scorned is self revived

He hides his reproach with a hollow pride

And everyone’s a ghost as the lesson dies

And it’s fun, to be a dirty son

One day at the bottom of the hill where they play

She lost a golden coin and the troll would not trade her

They say she lost a fortune and she lost it to her

And then he grew despondent cos she would not desert him

He laid out his hand and said ‘make me an offer’

Then she asked the troll for just how much did it cost her

You got to have money, you got to have money

Then he told the troll that you got to have money

You’ve got to have money, you’ve got to have money

Girl you tell your daddy that he’s got to have money

Castles and tassels and flatulent [bad word] 

And you got to have money, you got to have money