| They say money is the root of all evil
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| But if that’s so they should make a saint of me
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| Cos whenever things look up
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| I can depend on my bad luck
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| And I’ll be wearing worn out suits with brand new pockets
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| They say a fool and his money are soon parted
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| And I can safely say I’m living proof of that
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| In one pain and out the other
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| I lose more than I recover
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| And I’m wearing worn out suits with brand new pockets
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| If I make more than a dime
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| I know I’ll lose it back in time
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| Leaving me right back where I started
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| If my name was Rockefeller
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| Yes I’d still lose every dollar
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| And I’d be wearing worn out suits with brand new pockets
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| If I make more than a dime
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| I know I’ll lose it back in time
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| Leaving me right back where I started
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| If my name was Rockefeller
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| Yes I’d still lose every dollar
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| I’d be wearing worn out suits with brand new pockets |