(Sung to the tune of "Bring Back My Bonnie")
CHORUS:Rolls
in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in, rolls in,
Rolls in,
rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in.
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.
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.
My
aunt keeps a girl's seminary,
Teaching young girls to begin,
She
doesn't ask where they finish,
My God how the money rolls in.
Uncle Joe is a registered plumber,
His business is in holes and in
tin,
He'll plug your hole for a tanner,
My God how the money rolls
in.
My sister's a barmaid in Sydney,
For a shilling she strips
to the skin,
She's stripping from mom to midnight,
My God how the
money rolls in.
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.
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.
My grandad sells cheap
prophylactics,
And punctures them all with a pin,
For grandma gets
rich from abortions,
My God How the money rolls in.
My uncle
is carving out candles,
From wax that is surgically soft,
He hopes
it'll fill up the gap,
If ever his business wears off.
I've
lost all me cash on the horses,
I'm sick from the illicit gin,
I'm
falling in love with my father,
My God what a mess I'm in.