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 [three knocking noises] Stop it!
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