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