Money is fucked. (the song)

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Money is fucked.
Money is fuckity fucked.
Money is fuckity fuckity
fuck fuckity
Money is fuckity fucked.

Money is fucked.
Money is fuuuuuu uuuu uuuu cked.

Money is fuck
fuck
fuck
fucka fucka fucka fucked.
Money is fuck fuck fuck
fuckity fucked.

(just the girls sing)

MONEYYYYY is fucked.
Money is fucked.
Money is fucked.
Money is fucked.
fucked fucked fucked.

(k- now just boys)

Money money moneyyyyyyyyyy...
is the fuckity fucked fuckiest fucked fucker.
Money is fucked
money is fucked
money is the fuckiest fuck fuck fuck fuck fucked fuck.

(now all together-)

Money iiiiiissss fucked.

dum da! (it's a bit longer, though you get the idea--- it pretty much puts a smile on most peoples faces- you should probably sing it loudly in crowded places---- then maybe the LA remix version and the countrified trance ska version...)

have good days.

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7.MONEY, MONEY, MONEY
http://libretto.musicals.ru/text.php?textid=57&language=1
M.C. and SALLY:
Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Money makes the world go round
It makes the world go round

A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound
A buck or a pound, a buck or a pound
Is all that makes the world go round
That clinking, clanking sound
Can make the world go round

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

If you happen to be rich and you feel like a night's
entertainment
You can pay for a gay escapade
If you happen to be rich, and alone, and you need
A companion, you can ring tingaling for the maid

If you happen to be rich and you find you are left by your
lover
Tho you moan and you groan quite a lot
You can take it on the chin
Call a cab, and begin to recover on your fourteen carat
yacht

Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Money makes the world go round
Of that we both are sure
On being poor

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, mon

When you haven't any coal in the stove and you freeze
In the winter and you curse to the wind at your fate
When you haven't any shoes on your feet and your coat's
thin as paper
And you look thirty pounds underweight

When you go to get a word of advice from the fat little
pastor
He will tell you to love evermore
But when hunger comes to rap, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat
At the window, see how love flies out the door

For money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Money makes the world go round
The clinking, clanking sound of money

Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Get a little, get a little
Money, money, money, money
Mark, a yen, a buck or a pound
That clinking, clanking, clunking sound
Is all that makes the world go round
It makes the world go round