When I was just a child My life was, oh, so simple And the ways of the great world Seemed strange and funny Then when I was a young man I learned of that machine That turns out all those bails of precious money
Now you can measure you manhood by it You can get your children to try it You can bring your enemies to their knees With the possible exception of the North Vietnamese
It takes a strong hit from the money machine Sitting on top, on top of the world Strong hit from the money machine Sitting on top, on top of the world
General Motors and IBM AFL-CIO and all the king's men When I began the game See me singing 'bout fire and rain Let me just say it again I've seen fives and I've seen tens
It was a strong hit from the money machine Sitting on top, on top of the world Strong hit from the money machine Settle up top, on top of the world (Money, money, money) (Give me that dough) (Mine, mine, mine) Been living in the lap of luxury too long Please, Mr. DJ, won't you play my song Maybe my baby will listen on the radio Come back home to me Help me spend my dough
I need a strong hit from the money machine Sitting on top, on top of the goddamn world I need a strong hit from the money machine Strong hit from the money machine Sitting on top, on top of the world Money, money, moneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
