Em Elbmuh

Okay, and I was standing

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 I'd be a sawed-off shotgun

They had a double-breasted jacket on

I don't care

Take a load off

Out of my freakin' face

You'd be a punk without me

No money without love

Nothin' but a problem, nothin' but a problem

New York's got a problem

Where's our money, money, money, where's our money?

Stop practicing Dr. Marx and John Lennon

No bull

Stop it!