[Verse 1]
I would be a liar if I pretended to admire
The red light wind screen cleaning empire that you've built
But my heart is good it's not a thing of stone or wood
I'll give you fifty cents to take away my guilt
I give money to folks that just don't have enough
To try to justify the future purchases of stuff that I don't need
I know that one less vodka cranberry tonight
And I could feed some foreign family for a fortnight
But I might just have one more
After all what is vodka for
Apart of making you wanna shag you're best mate's wife
Dampening the guilt you feel about your perfect life
[Verse 2]
f** the poor
What is all this hoo-ha for?
There is only one reason to call
1-800-034034
It's the force that drove Teresa and that school that Oprah built
I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt
f** the poor
I'm not pretending anymore
That I really give two sh**s about some kids in Bangalore
I'm more interested in footy
Than seeing the Solomon's re-built
[Outro]
But I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt
I'll give you fifty bucks to take away my guilt