Lyrics:

Okay, I'm sleeping and I don't care
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And I worked on it with my friend
Back in 1849, times were hard
I think it'd be a sawed-off shotgun
They had a double breasted jacket on
Nothing but a problem
Nothing but a problem
New York's gotta problem
Where's our money, money, money?
Where's our money?
Stop practising
Dr. Marx and John Lennon
No bull, stop it