Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

MONEY MONEY SONG


Money money
Is going to get me a girl
Money money
I am going to use it to buy me a cup of coffee
Money money
Is going to take me to Paris
Money money
Is going to buy me some new clothes
Money money
I am going to use it to do my laundry
Momey money
Is going to buy me some groceries
Money money
Is going to pay to fix my house
Money money
Is going to send me to the rich men's world
Money money is going to buy me a cellular phone

Submitted: Sunday, January 30, 2011

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  • Joseph Sanchez (4/28/2014 11:22:00 AM)

    The time of shoddy
    Is now back again
    Chinese clothing
    Is now folding
    Reflections of Chrome
    Leaching out of strips
    Small flowing rivers
    Of mite sized shimmers
    Glitter everywhere!
    Allergies everywhere!
    All BEWARE! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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