I’ve got lots of cash, and I’m doing alright
Stoking up my stash, got it nice and tight
I love affair’s financial, my fortune’s quite substantial
I can get anything that I desire
I keep my money growing, gotta keep that wonga flowing
Up and up and up, getting higher

I’ve got lots of loot, but it’s not enough
Got to be astute, to go and get the stuff
I’m on a mission, to gain more acquisition
Never satisfied, I want more and more
I can dodge my taxes and they can feel the axes
Got plenty room for more, as I take it from the poor

I’ve got an OCD, obsessive cash disorder
I love money, I just want more and more
I’m so greedy, I guess I’m just a hoarder
But it’s all for me, who cares about the poor, not me

Got plenty tucked away, save it for a rainy day
Might buy myself a rocket or some football teams
An island paradise, filled with all things nice
Got plenty in my pocket to fulfil my dreams

I don’t give much away, cos I don’t want to share
I know what people say, but I don’t really care
I’m not content with millions when I can get my billions
I love to be so flash and I live like a king
My piggy bank is bulging and I just love indulging
Cars and planes and pads and games and diamond rings and facile things

I’ve got an OCD, obsessive cash disorder
I love money, I just want more and more
I’m so greedy, I guess it’s out of order
But it’s all for me, who cares about the poor, not me