Hymns and Arias (well ok - Dirty Ditties, Rugby Songs and Chants)

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A B C D E F G H I J L M N O P R S T U V W Y

My god how the money rolls in

(ed: sung to the tune of "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean")

My father makes book on the corner,
My mother makes illicit gin.
My sister sells kisses to sailors,
My God how the money rolls in.

*Chorus*

Rolls in , rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in, rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

My mother's a bawdy house keeper,
Every night when the evening grows dim.
She hangs out a little red lantern,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

My sister's a barmaid in Sydney,
For a shilling she'll strip to the skin.
She's stripping from morning to midnight,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

My brother's a poor missionary,
He saves fallen women from sin.
He'll save you a blonde for a guinea,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

My Grandad sells cheap prophylactics,
And punctures the teats with a pin.
For Grandma gets rich from abortions,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

Uncle Joe is a registered plumber,
His business in holes and in tin.
He'll plug up your hole for a tanner,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

Aunt Mary makes deals with the milkman,
The mailman and newsboy named Ben.
For a piece of pie and Aunt Mary,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

Uncle Tommy was once in a prison,
Where he was a joy to the men,
Now he bends over for business,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

Aunt Joan keeps a girl's seminary,
Teaching young girls to begin.
She doesn't say where they will finish,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

My cousin's a Harley Street surgeon,
With instruments long, sharp and thin.
He only does one operation,
My God how the money rolls in.

(Chorus)

I've lost all me cash on the horses,
I'm sick from the illicit gin.
I'm falling in love with me sister,
My God what a mess I am in.

(Chorus)