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MONEY

MONEY

Money burns a hole in your pocket

Money burns a hole in your soul

It's the devil if you've got it

And some have nothing at all

There's a man up in Sydney

And he had plenty to burn

But he cheated on every rival

And now a hard lesson he learns

He's spending his time in prison

And his only thought is survival

There's a lady from Coburn

And she had nothing at all

So she married a man who was wealthy

But he wasn't on the ball

She ran off with a traveling salesman

Cos he was handsome and tall

You'd think we'd learn something

About the heartache money can bring

But we never stop trying to win it

On X Lotto and pokies and things

If we saved every penny we gambled

We'd be living like kings

Yes money burns a hole in your pocket

Money burns a hole in you soul

I know it's the root of all evil

But I'd still like a thousand or so.

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loraine-fromm
Australian
Published
Aug 8, 2011
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