it's all about the money

You, you make me feel small
Because you are small
You puff your whole chest up
To make you seem taller
I'm not buying it
(It's not cause I'm cheap)
I'll burn the store down
I'm not buying it
I am renouncing
The monetary system

When I think about you
I get quite upset
I'm twenty seven years old
And you still think I am ten
I know you'll never understand
Why I won't put on that dress
Oh, you should count yourself lucky
That I am so well read
If I had one dollar
Every time that you opened your mouth
And something impossibly awful came out
Well you'd be very happy
Cause then I would be rich
But you'll have to say sorry
If you want any of it
Because

Money, m-money
It's all about the money, baby
Haven't you heard?
It's all about the money

You, you make me feel small
Because you are small
You puff your whole chest up
To make you seem taller
I'm not buying it
(It's not cause I'm cheap)
I'll burn the store down
I'm not buying it
I am renouncing
The monetary system