Okay, I'm sleeping and I don't care…
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And I worked on it with my friend
Back in 1849, times were hard
I think it'd be a sawed-off shotgun
They had a double-breasted jacket on
Nothin' but a problem, nothin' but a problem
New York's gotta problem
Where's our money, money, money, where's our money?
Stop practicing
Dr. Marx and John Lennon
No bull
Stop it!!!

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