Woke up in the morningfell out of bedrecall me what I'm dreamingmakes me sadmy face looks like a switchboardoperator takes my handhe turns it till my eyes do flashthat's never the end.It's like a bad dreambein' a money making machine.My legs as long as pipelinesmiles away my feet.My muscles don't obey my headdon't know how to treatpeople try to milk my breastproduces a stream of money honey everythingthey like to have in their dream.It's like a bad dreambein' a money making machine.

 

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