Chorus:
Rolls in, rolls in
My god how the money rolls in (repeat)
My father makes book on the corner
My mother makes illicit gin
My sister sells kisses to sailors
My god how the money rolls in
My brother’s a poor missionary
He saves fallen women from sin
He’ll save you a blonde for a dollar
My god how the money rolls in
My sister’s a barmaid in (insert town)
For a fiver she’ll strip to the skin
She’s stripping from morning ‘til midnight
My god how the money rolls in
Aunt Mary’s a bawdy house keeper
Each night when the evening grows dim
She hangs out a little red lantern
My god how the money rolls in
My Grandpa sells cheap prophylactics
And punctures the end with a pin
For Grandma does backstreet abortions
My god how the money rolls in
My uncle was once in a prison
Where he was a joy to the men
Now he bends over for business
My god how the money rolls in
