Lyrics:

Not what you are,

But what you've earned

Where jack-queen-king

Money's concerned

A friend in need is a friend in debt

That kinda friend king money can forget.

May those that are full get struck dumb

When they tell the hungry of the good times

To come,

More money than sense in their defence

And cheaper jokes at our expense



So if your king is money

Then i feel sorry for you

And if you think that it's funny

Then maybe you do...

Maybe you do king money

King money, king money



The midas touch doesn't mean

That much until you're crippled with greed,

Using gold as a crutch or half a man

For half a crown for half a kingdom

For half a town

No geldt-in-my-pelt-jack,

No cash in my shack so tell me the things

That you think i lack

Just what kinda price are you willing to pay

For a holiday from the royal tourniquet



So if your king is money

Then i feel sorry for you

And if you think that it's funny

Then maybe you do...

Maybe you do king money

King money, king money



Standing by the xerox machine

I want to duplicate some money

Build a fortune up in black and white

But i'll need a master copy.



You're gonna give your love to me

Shake an apple off the apple tree

When she moves it's poetry

Come to me now, one, two, three



King ka

King ka

King king money



Plan the perfect double murder

Maybe win the pools when i get some money

Honey, i'll be knee high in consumer

Durables



Adorables...