The Flying Salvias

Lyrics

ALL THE MONEY
Hey, Mr. Christiansen, I like that suit that you’re in
Did you buy it when you were in Hong Kong, last week?
How’re the kids? How’s your life? Sorry to hear about your wife
The newspaper said it was a terrible, tragic accident

One minute she was fine, next she’s chokin’ on Chicken Divine
On the maid’s day off, no one home, no hug of life
The phone was ringing off the hook
And when you went to take a look
You found her lying face down in her food

Ever since then things ain’t been right, six days a week you don’t sleep at night
But you go to church on Sunday and you pray
You pray for profit, you pray for peace,
To swing that deal in the Middle East
To acquire for a song, and then you sing

You do like the Good Book says, and thank God for your success
You’ll have a lot of gold when you’re old, on that you’re sold
Got a good excuse and you cover your tracks
But I’ve seen the footprints on the backs
Of the ones who point the way to what you seek

All the Money in the world, will it get you the girl?
Will it give you that pitty-patt? Oh, it’s been so long since you felt like that
All the Money in the world, will it tell you a story at night?
Will it tuck you in? Does it turn out the light?

Suddenly Bizarro Land, Bizarro God and you shake hands
He gives you a map, a cute little cap, and you go to the Gate
Well I don’t know if you’re gonna fit
But your dromedary might if you got off of it
We got a needle’s eye and he’s a very nice camel who’s willing to try

All the Money in the world, will it get you the girl?
Will it give you that pitty-patt? Oh, it’s been so long since you felt like that
All the Money in the world, will it tell you a story at night?
Will it tuck you in? Does it turn out the light?

All the Money in the world, All the Money in the world
All the Money, all the Money, All the Money in the World
All the Money, All the Money, All the Money, All the Money
All the Money, All the Money, All the Money, All the Money…