Okay, and I was standing
I dont care, I dont care, I dont care
And I worked on it with my friend
Back in 1849, times were hard
I think Id be a sawed-off shotgun
They had a double-breasted jacket on
I dont care
Take a load off
Out of my freakin face
Youd be a punk without me
No money without love
Nothin but a problem, nothin but a problem
New Yorks got a problem
Wheres our money, money, money, wheres our money?
Stop practicing Dr. Marx and John Lennon
No bull
Stop it!
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