My father makes counterfeit money,
My mother brews synthetic gin,
My sister sells kisses to sailors,
And that's how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in, rolls in,
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in.
My aunt keeps a girl's seminary
She's teaching young girls to begin
She doesn't say where they shall finish
And that's how the money rolls in
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in, rolls in,
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in.
My brother's a Harley Street doctor,
With instruments long, sharp, and thin,
He only makes one operation,
And that's how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in, rolls in,
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in.
My father has spent all his money,
My mother has drunk all her gin.
My aunt's with my brother in prison
And so no more money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in, rolls in,
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in.
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