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I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pyjamas. I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge. I've got lots of lovely lire. Now the Deutschmark's getting dearer, And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn Bridge. PRESENTER and CHORUS: There is nothing quite as wonderful as money. There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash. Some people say it's folly, But I'd rather have the lolly. With money you can make a splash. PRESENTER: There is nothing quite as wonderful as money. CHORUS: ...Money, money, money, money. PRESENTER: There is nothing like a newly minted pound. CHORUS: ...Money, money, money, money. PRESENTER and CHORUS: Everyone must hanker For the butchness of a banker. It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round. CHORUS: 'Round, 'round, 'round. PRESENTER: You can keep your Marxist ways, For it's only just a phase, For it's money, money, money makes the world go 'round. CHORUS: ...Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, moneeeeey! |
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Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Galloping through the sward Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore And his horse Concorde He steals from the rich And gives to the poor Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the night Soon every lupin in the land Will be in his mighty hand He steals them from the rich And gives them to the poor Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dum dum dum the night Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dum de dum dum plight He steals dum dum dum And dum dum dum dee Dennis dum, Dennis dee, dum dum dum Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the woods Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore With his bag of things He gives to the poor And he takes from the rich Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the land Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Without a merry band He steals from the poor And gives to the rich Stupid bitch |
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Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Galloping through the sward Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore And his horse Concorde He steals from the rich And gives to the poor Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the night Soon every lupin in the land Will be in his mighty hand He steals them from the rich And gives them to the poor Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dum dum dum the night Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dum de dum dum plight He steals dum dum dum And dum dum dum dee Dennis dum, Dennis dee, dum dum dum Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the woods Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore With his bag of things He gives to the poor And he takes from the rich Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the land Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Without a merry band He steals from the poor And gives to the rich Stupid bitch |
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Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Galloping through the sward Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore And his horse Concorde He steals from the rich And gives to the poor Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the night Soon every lupin in the land Will be in his mighty hand He steals them from the rich And gives them to the poor Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dum dum dum the night Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dum de dum dum plight He steals dum dum dum And dum dum dum dee Dennis dum, Dennis dee, dum dum dum Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the woods Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore With his bag of things He gives to the poor And he takes from the rich Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the land Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Without a merry band He steals from the poor And gives to the rich Stupid bitch |
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Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Galloping through the sward Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore And his horse Concorde He steals from the rich And gives to the poor Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the night Soon every lupin in the land Will be in his mighty hand He steals them from the rich And gives them to the poor Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dum dum dum the night Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dum de dum dum plight He steals dum dum dum And dum dum dum dee Dennis dum, Dennis dee, dum dum dum Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the woods Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore With his bag of things He gives to the poor And he takes from the rich Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Riding through the land Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Without a merry band He steals from the poor And gives to the rich Stupid bitch |
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A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three, four Half-a-bee, philosophically (Spoken): But half the bee, has got to bee Must ipso-facto half not-be. But can a bee be said to be Vis-a-vis its entity ... d'you see? Or not to be an entire bee When half the bee is not a bee Due to some ancient injury? Singing... La di di, a-one-two-three Eric The Half-A-Bee A-B-C-D-E-F-G Eric The Half-A-Bee Half asleep upon my knee Is this a-wretched demi-bee Some freak from a managerie? A-fiddle-di-dum, a-fiddle-di-dee NO! It's Eric The Half-A-Bee! Eric The Half-A-Bee Eric The Half-A-Bee Ho-ho-ho, tee-hee-hee Bisected accidentally I love this hive employ-e-e One summer afternoon by me I love him carnally He loves him carnally Semi-carnally. The end. Cyril Connolly? (Spoken): (Sings): Cyril Connolly No, semi-carnally (whistles) Oh
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A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three, four Half-a-bee, philosophically (Spoken): But half the bee, has got to bee Must ipso-facto half not-be. But can a bee be said to be Vis-a-vis its entity ... d'you see? Or not to be an entire bee When half the bee is not a bee Due to some ancient injury? Singing... La di di, a-one-two-three Eric The Half-A-Bee A-B-C-D-E-F-G Eric The Half-A-Bee Half asleep upon my knee Is this a-wretched demi-bee Some freak from a managerie? A-fiddle-di-dum, a-fiddle-di-dee NO! It's Eric The Half-A-Bee! Eric The Half-A-Bee Eric The Half-A-Bee Ho-ho-ho, tee-hee-hee Bisected accidentally I love this hive employ-e-e One summer afternoon by me I love him carnally He loves him carnally Semi-carnally. The end. Cyril Connolly? (Spoken): (Sings): Cyril Connolly No, semi-carnally (whistles) Oh
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