Bedlam Bards - Oh, How the Money Rolls In lyrics

My father makes counterfeit money My mother makes synthetic gin My sister sells kisses to sailors And oh how the money rolls in Chorus Rolls in, rolls in, oh, how the money rolls in, rolls in Rolls in, rolls in, oh, how the money rolls in My brother's a slum missionary Out saving young la**ies from sin For a shilling, he'll save you a redhead And oh, how the money rolls in Chorus Grandma's a boarding house keeper She takes pretty working girls in She hangs a red light in the window And oh, how the money rolls in Chorus Spoken by Hawke: You know, Cedric I think that the next verse is a bit to risky for us to do Spoken by Cedric: You're right about that. We should get our stunt doubles Hawke: You mean Tom O'Bedlam? Cedric: Aye, and Billy Ray Joe Bob O'Bedlam Hawke: Aye, they're pretty much crazy enough To do anything My grandpa makes cheap prophylactics He punctures the head with a pin [POP!] Grandma, does back room abortions And oh, how the money rolls in Chorus My father makes counterfeit money My mother makes synthetic gin My sister sells kisses to sailors And oh how the money rolls in Chorus