My boy I say youre unaware of
Things that I am unaware of
The things they say behind ones back
That you suspect but arent quite sure of
Dont say you havent noticed
The smell of money is all about me
I just cant rid myself
Of its overpowering bouquet
My inner beauty cursed with obscurity
By a scent that cant be washed away
I dont know who you think I am
But if Im who I think I am
Then theres no cranny Ive examined
Taints the air where ere I am
But dont say you havent noticed
The smell of money wafts all about me
It neutralizes any other odors I convey
Best friends wont tell me
They know Im suffering
With a scent that cant be washed away
The stench of money
Is reeking off of me
A mix of cheap cologne
Weasel pheromone and rotted grave
Thank dad and mommy
Im filthy, stinking rich
So I can say to you "piss off"
I bathe, I bathe