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The roots of all evil is money, you say,
So curse me with it. And send it my way.
Send fifties and twenties, then curse me with more
I’ve worked all my life but still I am poor.

I’ll buy a house in Beverley Hills,
Write out cheques to pay my bills,
Buy diamond rings for my queen
Have a phone and a fax machine.

Drive sporty cars and dress up smart,
Smoke cigars and look the part,
Board a plane or take a cruise,
Wear golden chains and leather shoes.

The roots of all evil is money, you say,
So curse me with it and send it my way,
What the Hell comes to curse me with cash
I’d feel so proud to look so flash.

I work so hard day by day
From nine to five for little pay
You say evil, I say – cream.
Dirty cash - a poor man dream.

By Terry Morrison
Roots of all evil © Terry Morrison