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  1. Making Money

From the recording Making Money

Lyrics

I am a man who knows how to make moneyDown in the basement, the old fashioned wayWith just the right printer and paper and inkBut getting away with it gets harder each day
I am making money, making money, making money
Here at the Bureau of Engraving and PrintingI make money tooI add the thread that glows red under UV raysTo make it harder for you
I am making money, making money, making moneyI am making money, making money, making money
I am just made of ones and of zerosBut I arm incredibly clever and quickI push and pull around millions of miniscule numbersThat add up to very big
I am the one who made youFor that I am well compensatedThere may be some of you who disapprove of what I doBut the money makes up for the being hated
I am making money, making money, making moneyI am making money, making money, making money
Don’t ask me what I do for a livingDon’t ask me what I do
I am making money, making money, making moneyI am making money, making money, making money