Lyrics:

Our money is elastic.
Our money is elastic.
Gotta get milk for the baby and our money is elastic.
Dacapatative laughter is keeping us alive.
Cavalcades of losers, losing their minds.
Hoping for disaster.
Settin’ off alarms.
Amid all of the deranged.
Do you remember that times when we though we were gonna die?
Well, baby, nothing much has changed.
And yet they haven’t been the same since at all.
Our money is elastic.
Our money is elastic.
Gotta get milk for the baby.
Gotta get milk for the baby.