DOTLAN EveMaps

My father makes conterfiet money
My granny makes second-hand synthetic gin
My sister sells kisses to sailors
My God, how the money rolls in!

Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in, rolls in!
Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in!


My brother's a slum missionary
He saves gorgeous women from sin
He'll save you a blonde for a schilling
My God, how the money rolls in!

My grandma's a bawdyhouse keeper
Every night when the evening grows dim
She hangs a red light in the window
My God, how the money rolls in!