The Smell Of Money

My boy I say you're unaware of

Things that I am unaware of

The things they say behind one's back

That you suspect but aren't quite sure of

Don't say you haven't noticed

The smell of money is all about me

I just can't rid myself

Of it's overpowering bouquet

My inner beauty cursed with obscurity

By a scent that can't be washed away

I don't know who you think I am

But if I'm who I think I am

Then there's no cranny I've examined

Taints the air where ere I am

But don't say you haven't noticed

The smell of money wafts all about me

It neutralizes any other odors I convey

Best friends won't tell me

They know I'm suffering

With a scent that can't be washed away

The stench of money

Is reeking off of me

A mix of cheap cologne

Weasel pheromone and rotted grave

Thank dad and mommy

I'm filthy, stinking rich

So I can say to you "piss off"

I bathe, I bathe