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