  When Mister Money comes to town, The waiting thousands throng The crowded highways up and down To see him pass along; They cheer him as he passes by, They clap with loud acclaim, And shout applauses to the sky At mention of his name. They push and jostle with delight No matter what the day; They follow him through all the night To hear what he may say; They leave old friends divinely sweet To chase this new one down, And fall devoutly at his feet When Money comes to town. Forgotten all the scenes of yore,— The joys of other years; The perfect bliss that went before And gladdened toils and tears; Behold! The old things pass away, And new ones come to crown The dazzling glories of the day When Money comes to town. O, Mister Money! What's your rush! Why do you hurry so! I can't get next, you know! Just come and camp with me and mine! You'll never see us frown; To have you with us will be fine Whene'er you come to town! |
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