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Hear tell of a man who took a hundred dollars
Spent it on lottery tickets and beer
Won a couple million, left his wife and children
Lived himself to death in a couple of years

Should have spent it on love, spent it on his children
Spent it on the ones who need it the most
Take your little bundle, put her in a basket
Leave her on the doorstep of the future, her home

I hear of an army taking lots of money
Spending it on guns and rolls of barbed wire
Blew it all away, their homeless and their hungry
Had to bite the bullet, taste of bloody war

Spend it on love, spend it on the children
Spend it on the ones who need it the most
Take your little bundle, put her in a basket
Leave her on the doorstep of the future, her home

Well, Johnny in the belly of the billionaire
Swallowed by the music he played
Gonna have to ride that camel through the eye
Of a phonograph needle some day

I hear of a country where they say the cities
All have pretty streets that are paved with gold
They may not be gold but they were built by people
Paying heavy taxes for a dream they still hold

Spend it on love, spend it on the children
Spend it on the ones who need it the most
Take your little bundle, put her in a basket
Leave her on the doorstep of the future, her home

Spend it on love, spend it on the children
Spend it on the ones who need it the most
Take your little bundle, put her in a basket
Leave her on the doorstep of the future, her home

Got to spend it on love, spend it on the children
Spend it on the ones who need it the most
Now, take your little bundle, put her in a basket
Leave her on the doorstep of the future, her home

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh

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