Bedlam Bards - Oh, How the Money Rolls In Lyrics
My father makes counterfeit money,My mother makes synthetic gin,My sister sells kisses to sailors,And oh how the money rolls in.ChorusRolls in, rolls in, oh, how the money rolls in, rolls in.Rolls in, rolls in, oh, how the money rolls in.My brother's a slum missionary,Out saving young lassies from sin.For a shilling, he'll save you a redhead,And oh, how the money rolls in.ChorusGrandma's a boarding house keeper,She takes pretty working girls in.She hangs a red light in the window,And oh, how the money rolls in.ChorusSpoken by Hawke:You know, Cedric,I think that the next verse is a bit to risky for us to do.Spoken by Cedric:You're right about that. We should get our stunt doubles.Hawke: You mean Tom O'Bedlam?Cedric: Aye, and Billy Ray Joe Bob O'Bedlam.Hawke: Aye, they're pretty much crazy enoughto do anything.My grandpa makes cheap prophylactics,He punctures the head with a pin.[POP!]Grandma, does back room abortions,And oh, how the money rolls in.ChorusMy father makes counterfeit money,My mother makes synthetic gin,My sister sells kisses to sailors,And oh how the money rolls in.Chorus
