Money - The Tiger Lillies

Don’t marry them for love, my dear

They’re all just rotten swine

And if they know you love 'em

Then they will rob you blind

But if their bank account is fat

And they’re all fairly kind

Then that’s a man, Polly dear

To marry every time

The marrying kind, the marrying kind

Don’t marry them for lust, my dear

Their lust will soon dim

And then there’s no money, dear

There’s nothing left to win

But if their bank account is fat

And they’re all fairly kind

Then that’s a man, Polly dear

To marry every time

The marrying kind, the marrying kind

Just marry for them for money, dear

It makes the world go round

And if their conversation’s dull

Don’t let it get you down

If their bank account is fat

Let your… fingers wrap around

Money, money, money, money

It makes the world go round;

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Makes the world go round;

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Makes the world go round;

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Makes the world go round;

Yes, money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Makes the world go round

The marrying kind, the marrying kind …