My boy I say you're unaware of   Things that I am unaware of   The things they say behind one's back   That you suspect but aren't quite sure of   Don't say you haven't noticed      The smell of money is all about me   I just can't rid myself   Of it's overpowering bouquet   My inner beauty cursed with obscurity   By a scent that can't be washed away      I don't know who you think I am   But if I'm who I think I am   Then there's no cranny I've examined   Taints the air where ere I am   But don't say you haven't noticed      The smell of money wafts all about me   It neutralizes any other odors I convey   Best friends won't tell me   They know I'm suffering   With a scent that can't be washed away      The stench of money   Is reeking off of me   A mix of cheap cologne   Weasel pheromone and rotted grave   Thank dad and mommy   I'm filthy, stinking rich   So I can say to you "Piss off"   I bathe, I bathe