I've got a lot, a lot of cash
It's all offshore, it's in my stash
Every night I'm out of town
It's no fun, baby, it's no fun
But the tax man he - he wants to take my money!
I gotta figure it out before they figure me out
I'm feeling cold - I'm feeling fine
I'm feeling cold - I'm feeling fine
I'm feeling cold - I'm feeling fine
I'm feeling cold - I'm feeling fine-e!
Hey Mr. Money, mister moneybags?
Am I out of luck? Let me hold your hand
We suck sweet blood, leech of proletariat's backs
Keep their bones in big white stacks
No Mr. Nobody
Is gonna take my money
I gotta figure it out
Before
They
Figure
Me
Out
