Текст песни Mister Money Bags - Jack Conte

Mr. Money Bags, I′m desperate and I'm poor
Mr. Money Bags, you know I hate to ask for more
But I′m living on the street,
Without a thing to eat
Oh Mr. Money Bags,
Can you spare some change for me?
Mr. Money Bags, your fat and your content
Oh Mr. Money Bags, your money is poorly spent
You bought a palace to hoard your glee,
You bought a whore to spill your seed
Oh Mister Money Bags,
Could you spare some change for me?
Somehow he'll find a way to
Buy his way through the eye of the needle
Mister Money Bags
You dog, you scoundrel, you weasel
Mister Money Bags!
I'm broke and I′m alone
Mister Money Bags,
All my gold has turned to stone,
And the roads are all too steep,
And the water′s all to deep
But Mister Money Bags,
Could you spare some change for me?
Somehow he'll find a way to
Buy his way through the eye of the needle
Mister Money Bags
You dog, you scoundrel, you weasel
Mister Money Bags!
I′ve been out here for a week
Good Mister Money Bags,
Without shoes on my feet
And now my throat's too cold to speak,
And my heart′s too cold to beat
Please Mister Money Bags
Kind Mister Money Bags,
Dear Mister Money Bags,
Could you spare some change for me?