You know, my friend, the businessmen
And the executives
The heroes of the nation who
Are living too excessively
You know them with their big success
Their hurry and their cares
And with their lonely wives who are
Unfaithful in despair

You know, my friend these beasts of prey
Their jungle and their loot
And their advice: be happy guys
For money isn’t all that good
Yes I believe this fairy tale
They’re always kidding us
But I prefer to weep in a Rolls Royce
Than in a number three bus

Oh, yes, my friend, the ancient slogan:
Money is the root
Of all the evil in the world
I think it is the truth
And I’m convinced as well my, friend
Of the pricelessness of health
And I admit there is no doubt
That health is more than wealth

But I know too, my friend, the slogans
Of these super males
That money makes the world go round
And money tells no tales
Yes I believe the fairy tales
They’re always kidding us
That’s why I prefer to weep in a Rolls Royce
Than in a number three bus

1982/2005