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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