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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