He was born in a murderous fashion
The ass of the business class was his passion
Number by hustle, he numbered his muscles
Honor by honest he fell down upon us

And everybody's acting like they've heard something back
From my baby, my baby and me, oh
Castles and tassels and flatulent assholes
I love you, always

Standing in the sunlight, some might say that
Her hair was falling down from the building that day
The silvery ball was down by the bridge and
She used to take pills in the woods where she lived

And everybody's acting like they've heard something back
From my baby, my baby and me, oh
Castles and tassels and flatulent assholes
I love you, always

The man you scorned is self revived
He hides his reproach with a hollow pride
And everyone's a ghost as the lesson dies
And it's fun to be a dirty son

One day at the bottom of the hill where they play
She lost a golden coin and the troll would not trade her
They say she lost a fortune and she lost it to her
And then he grew despondent 'cause she would not desert him

He laid out his hand and said make me an offer
Then she asked the troll for just how much did it cost her
You got to have money, you got to have money
Then he told the troll that you got to have money

You've got to have money, you've got to have money
Girl, you tell your daddy that he's got to have money
Castles and tassels and flatulent assholes
And you got to have money, you got to have money
Castles and tassels and flatulent assholes