| I am an automatic device lifter
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| Every hour I have metal parts
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| I hear them ringing, hear them ringing
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| When they collide, it's me who's shocked
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| I must tell you what I have...
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| So much money, it infuriates me
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| So much loose change, admit it's a bad deal
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| So much money weighs me down, sours my temper
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| See, so much money, said the shopkeeper with a smile
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| So many coins, you broke your piggy bank
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| So much change, and I don't know what to tell her
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| Admit, at home, I filled thirty six bottles
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| Sometimes it buzzes in my ears
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| I'm screaming "Enough!", I'm obsessed with it
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| So much money has messed up my quiet life
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| So many small coins that I hear tinge horrify me
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| So much loose change will one day send me to the asylum
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| In an insane asylum
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| I changed jobs because I was worrying too much
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| And I accepted that of door-to-door delivery man
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| I get tips it's nice I admit
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| But when evening comes I think I'm going crazy
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| Because just like before, I have so much...
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| So much money it infuriates me
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| So many small change admit it's a bad deal
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| So much money weighs me down sours my temper
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| See, so much money says the tradesman that has a smile
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| So many coins, you broke your piggy bank
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| So much change and I don't know what to tell her
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| Admit, Oh no, I'm not the lucky one
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| They are those who have the bank of France
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| Beautiful tickets, while I
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| So much money that people blame me
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| So many loose change, I'm told, damages the pockets
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| So much change, makes my suit look lousy
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| My suit looks all worn out
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| And it's driving me crazy, all these dimes
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| Those little twenty cents from anywhere
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| And I tell you between us, all my pockets have holes
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| Tiny holes, even huge holes
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| So much money that people blame me
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| So many loose change, I'm told, damages the pockets
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| So much change makes my suit look ugly
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| My suit looks all worn, all worn |