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Ive roamed the world from time to time To see what I could see And all I ever want from life Is to grow a money tree A tree where all the leaves are gold That sprouts ten-dollar bills The branches made of penny rolls And a trunk of solid sil-ver A cure for all my ills
Id water it most carefully And give it lots of light Id fertilize it librally With TV evry night Id prune it when I needed change But let it grow quite tall And never once would I complain At rakin leaves each fall, no Id not complain at all
A money tree A money tree With fives and tens to pick for free A little bit of seed is all I need To grow a money tree
And evry year at harvest time The seeds Id gently tend They sure would make the nicest gifts To give to all my friends So if you get one in the mail Youll know Ive had success Treat it well and never tell The folks from IRS, Oh That is my one request
Yeah, a money tree A money tree With fives and tens to pick for free A little bit of seed is all I need To grow a money tree
So heres my answer if you ask Just where my money goes Im planting coins around the world To see if they will grow My quarters went to Florida My dimes to Tennessee The rest went to the IRS In Washington, DC, Oh And theres none left for me
[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]
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