Mister Money Bags Songtext

von Jack Conte

Mr. Money Bags, I'm desperate and I'm poor.
Mr. Money Bags, you know I hate to ask for more.
But I'm living on the street,
Without a thing to eat. Oh Mr. Money Bags,
Can you spare some change for me?
Mr. Money Bags, your fat and your content.
Oh Mr. Money Bags, your money is poorly spent.
Ou bought a palace to hoard your glee,
You bought a whore to spill your seed.
Oh Mister Money Bags,
Could you spare some change for me?
Somehow he'll find a way to
Buy his way through the eye of the needle.
Mister Money Bags, you dog, you scoundrel, you weasel.
Mister Money Bags!
I'm broke and I'm alone.
Mister Money Bags,
All my gold has turned to stone,
And the roads are all too steep,
And the water's all to deep.
Oh Mister Money Bags,
Could you spare some change for me?
Somehow he'll find a way to
Buy his way through the eye of the needle.
Mister Money Bags, you dog, you scoundrel, you weasel.
Mister Money Bags!
I've been out here for a week.
Good Mister Money Bags,
Without shoes on my feet.
And now my throat's too cold to speak,
And my heart's too cold to beat.
Please Mister Money Bags,
Kind Mister Money Bags,
Dear Mister Money Bags,
Could you spare some change for me?