He was born in a murderous fashion
The ass of the business class was his passion
Number by hustle he numbered his muscles
Honor by honest he fell down upon us

And everybody’s acting like they’ve heard something back
From my baby
My baby and me
Oh, castles and tassels and flatulent assholes
I love you
Always

Standing in the sunlight some might say
That her hair was falling down from the building that day
The silvery ball was down by the bridge
And she used to take pills in the woods where she lived

(Chorus)

The man you scorned is self-revived
He hides his reproach with a hollow pride
And everyone’s a ghost as the lesson dies
And it’s fun, to be a dirty son

An' one day at the bottom of the hill where they play
She lost a gold coin and the troll would not trade her
They say she lost a fortune and she lost it to hurt him
Then he grew despondent 'cause she would not desert him
He laid out his hand and said "Make me an offer"
Then she asked the troll for just how much did it cost her
(You've got to have money, you've got to have money)
Then he told the troll that you've got to have money
(You’ve got to have money, you’ve got to have money)
Girl you tell your daddy that he’s got to have money
And castles and tassels and flatulent assholes
And you've got to have money, you've got to have money