I hold so little value, In gems and shiny things, In silver satin stockings, And glittering golden rings.
I cannot see the point of wealth, Of cash flow in and out. Of riches beyond all reckoning, With that I'd do without.
But oh, poor fun, that's not the world, And what has come will be - For hoarding crazy diamonds, And capilatistic hegimony.
And all the latest fashions, And all the latest hits, And all the latest resources, From all the latest pits.
We've been told it's for our persons, The idealist's human shape, Well if money makes a man, my son, I'd rather be an ape.
In other news, look at my tiny wee munchkin pumpkin.