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!!!
