Money Money Money

Driver, driver
Take me back to my neighborhood,
I been growing up there,
And then I left for good
Little street somewhere in the outskirts of the city,
There's no electricity and houses don't look pretty.

When I was a little kid,
Money didn't mean a thing,
Neither me nor all my friends
Ever had anything.

When I was a little kid,
Money could never sing.
No empty limousine.
Drunk on Hennessy.

Money, money,
Never had,
Money, money,
That's too bad,
Money, money,
Green or red,
Money, money,
Where to get?

Money, money,
Never had,
Money, money,
That's too bad,
Money, money,
Green or red,
Money, money,
Where to get?

Driver, driver,
Open the fucking door,
I drank a whole bottle,
But I could use some more,
My mom and dad and I moved here in 1984,
Apartment 128th on the 16th floor

Money, money, money,
Was a brand new song from Abba,
As it came out it soon became a mantra for my papa,
He sang it every day and night and at the time I wished,
That singing money, money, money,
Would make us rich!

Money money,
Never had,
Money money,
That's too bad,
Money money,
Green or red,
Money money,
Where to get?
Money money,
Never had,
Money money,
Well that's too bad,
Money money,
Green or red,
Money money,
Where to get?

As I could hear that song,
My papa said "Okay,
I can't stop singing, but I'll sing it now in a different way"
He wrote some Russian lyrics,
And then changed the melody,
And a friend of his said he would love to use it on TV!

So papa went to the show and sang his money, money,
And people loved the old Russian guy,
They thought he was quite funny.
Well, that was the beginning of my papa's new career,
And since the day our troubles and our problems disappeared.

Money money,
Never had,
Money money,
That's too bad,
Money money,
Green or red,
Money money,
Where to get?

Money money,
Never had,
Money money,
That's too bad,
Money money,
Green or red,
Money money,
Where to get?