| Well I’m gettin' tired of workin' hard every day
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| Workin' real hard and not a-gettin' much pay
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| I got a big geiger counter, it’s a pretty good rig
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| When the needle starts clickin' it’s where I’m gonna dig
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| Money-money honey, and the kind you fold
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| Money-money honey, rock 'n' roll
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| Rake it in, bale it up like hay
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| Have a rockin' good time and throw it all away
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| Well, I can see me now in my long Cadillac
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| Hinges in the middle, spare wheel on the back
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| Man, don’t you know I’d be hard to stop
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| When I find that big uranium rock
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| Money-money honey, and the kind you fold
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| Money-money honey, rock 'n' roll
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| Rake it in, bale it up like hay
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| Have a rockin' good time and throw it all away
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| Yes, that’s me in my long Cadillac
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| Headin' down the road and I ain’t comin' back
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| I ain’t no red light gonna make me stop
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| When I find that big uranium rock
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| Money-money honey, and the kind you fold
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| Money-money honey, rock 'n' roll
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| Rake it in, bale it up like hay
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| Have a rockin' good time and throw it all away |