Hate to admit how many and much they got, but my embarrassment has taken a new form and emotion.
What’s the story ‘bout my money, honey
Have you smeltered it with gold
What’s the story ‘bout my money, honey
Give me something I can hold
Tell me lies, tell me something
Tell me something I ain’t ever been told
A big surprise, you made an investment
Now my money’s growing triple-fold
What’s the story ‘bout my money, honey
Have you smeltered it with gold
What’s the story ‘bout my money, honey
Give me something I can hold
You’re thinking that shamrock’s going to keep me away
This mean little leprechaun ain’t come out to play
The end of the rainbow’s soon going to appear
You’ve taken me gold, so you better stand clear
What’s the story ‘bout my money, honey
Have you smeltered it with gold
What’s the story ‘bout my money, honey
Give me something I can hold
Give me something I can hold
Give me something I can hold
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