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Lyrics
I’ve got a million dollars, it’s hypothetical
A large amount in my bank account, it’s parenthetical
The money I’m made of is theoretical
So in theory I’ve got it good
My fat wallet is on a diet
My balance sheet is lop-sided
My income statement is keeping silent
But let’s keep one thing understood
I need checks, I need balances
Life’s a mess with financial challenges
Checks and balances, when things get tough
Do you do it for money or do you do it for love?
My cold hard cash is soft and tropical
My deep pockets are merely topical
I hit the big time, it was microscopical
But don’t you get it? I am no fool
I own a bank, I call him Piggy
Brought home the bacon, he got a little wiggy
Cracked him open, what a pity
His inner life was pitiful
I need checks, I need balances
Life’s a mess with financial challenges
Checks and balances, when things get tough
Do you do it for money or do you do it for love?
I know a cheapskate
Always has a headache
Trying to get something for free
None more wiser
Is the miser
Always lives in misery
I’m cashing in on triple coupons
Soup kitchen’s calling, saying the soup’s on
I sing for my supper and get my groove on
I still know how to have fun
I need checks, I need balances
Life’s a mess with financial challenges
Checks and balances, when things get tough
Do you do it for money or do you do it for love?