Jack Conte - Mister Money Bags

Mister Money Bags, I'm desperate and I'm poor
Mister Money Bags, you know I hate to ask for more
But I'm living on the street without a thing to eat
Oh, Mister Money Bags, could you spare some change for me?

Mister Money Bags, you're fat and you're content
Oh, Mister Money Bags, your money's poorly spent
You bought a palace to hoard your greed
You bought a whore to spill your seed
Oh, Mister Money Bags, could you spare some change for me?

Somehow he'll find a way to buy his way through the eye of a needle
Mister Money Bags: you dog, you scoundrel, you weasel!

Mister Money Bags! I'm broke and I'm alone
Mister Money Bags, all my gold has turned to stone
And the roads are all too steep
And the water's all too deep
Oh, Mister Money Bags could you spare some change for me?

Somehow he'll find a way to buy his way through the eye of a needle
Mister Money Bags: you dog, you scoundrel, you weasel!

Mister Money Bags! I've been out here for a week
Good Mister Money Bags, without shoes on my feet
And now my throat's too cold to speak
And my heart's too cold to beat
Please Mister Money Bags, kind Mister Money Bags
Dear Mister Money Bags, could you spare some change for me?