Money Don't
Dear Flying Pasta Monster
To your mighty balls I turn
You're the greatest Flying Saucer
Or so in school I've learned
I am not a pious person
It's not like me to believe
But I do experience the urge
To relate my inner grief
It's not that I'm complaining
About the way things are
I don't have a house on mortgage
I don't even have a car
I've denounced my worldly cravings
And now live without a care
But if you could cancel money
You'd make me a millionaire
I'd walk into fancy places
And be treated like a star
I'd make all the proper faces
Be indulgent like a tsar
I'd be spending my vacations
On my yacht around the sphere
If you'd only cancelled money
And made me a millionaire
Some people are so greedy
They have a lot to give
I live on bread and water
Think what I could achieve
Inside my tempted body
I'm full of love and care
So why don't you cancel money
and make me a millionaire
Money is a social disease
Money is the cause of bad and evil
When you meet the money of your dreams
It breaks your heart and leaves you with a poisoned liver
Dear Flying Pasta Monster
It's crazy but it's true
If you'd oblige my request
I'd start to worship you
I'd had a million reasons
not to fall into despair
So please just cancel money
Make me a millionaire
Money don't love me
Money don't come
Don't give me shelter
Cherishes no one
Wish I could save it
And make it grow
But money don't love me
To hell with it all