How to Make Money, Money Galore

Get your foot

In the door

You’ll make money

Money galore

You’ll make so much

We promise you

You’ll make so much

You’ll fall to the floor

Look in the newspapers

You’ll find that ad

Jobs for you

You never had

You’ll make more money

Than your pockets can hold

It’ll jingle and jangle

The silver and gold

Your pockets will bulge

Holes there’ll be

You’ll look for new suits

Frantically

A new job too

Probably

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