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Cash, Glorious Cash

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

It sucks the poetry out of the soul,
It drives the melody out of the heart.

It makes good pens write nauseous trash,
It makes rock music into an art.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

It knocks intelligence out of the brain,
It makes the mighty go weak in the knees.

It makes a writer succumb to greed,
And let his book be made a movie.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

You alone can break, you alone can make
Men trade principles to secure their sons.

The sages curse but hang on to you,
Those who don't are poetic ones.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

Cash,
Glorious cash,
Glorious cash,
Vainglorious cash.

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