My father makes counterfeit money, my mother brews synthetic gin. My sister sells kisses to sailors and that's how the money rools 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, rolls in. My uncle's a slum missionary saving young maidens from sin. He'll save you a blon for a shilling and that's how the money rolls in! Rolls in, rolls in... My aunt runs a girl seminary teaching young girls to begin. She never says where they're to finish and that's how the money rolls in! Rolls in, rolls in... My brother's a Harley Street doctor with instruments long, sharp and thin. He only makes one operation and that's how the money rolls in! Rolls in, rolls in... My father has spent all his money, my mother has drunk all her gin. My aunt's with my brother in prison and so no more money rolls in!

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