My god how the money rolls in Tune of: My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean

My father makes book on the corner, My mother makes illicit gin. My sister sells kisses to sailors, My God how the money rolls in.

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Rolls in , rolls in, My God how the money rolls in, rolls in. Rolls in, rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in.

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My mother's a bawdy house keeper, Every night when the evening grows dim. She hangs out a little red lantern, My God how the money rolls in.

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My sister's a barmaid in Sydney, For a shilling she'll strip to the skin. She's stripping from morning to midnight, My God how the money rolls in.

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My brother's a poor missionary, He saves fallen women from sin. He'll save you a blonde for a guinea, My God how the money rolls in.

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My Grandad sells cheap prophylactics, And punctures the teats with a pin. For Grandma gets rich from abortions, My God how the money rolls in.

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Uncle Joe is a registered plumber, His business in holes and in tin. He'll plug up your hole for a tanner, My God how the money rolls in.

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Aunt Mary makes deals with the milkman, The mailman and newsboy named Ben. For a piece of pie and Aunt Mary, My God how the money rolls in.

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Uncle Tommy was once in a prison, Where he was a joy to the men, Now he bends over for business, My God how the money rolls in.

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Aunt Joan keeps a girl's seminary, Teaching young girls to begin. She doesn't say where they will finish, My God how the money rolls in.

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My cousin's a Harley Street surgeon, With instruments long, sharp and thin. He only does one operation, My God how the money rolls in.

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I've lost all me cash on the horses, I'm sick from the illicit gin. I'm falling in love with me sister, My God what a mess I am in.

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