Poverty very stressful                    everyone happy rich       says you gotta be popular, climb outer d'ditch. Popular, sweet as sugar can be, but, for       me,  a few high denomination bills, take the edge off those pills, release me from all ills... sweeter than sugar can ever be    old dollar bills.

       In this perfidious world,        everyone happy.   Not.        Happy if,         and only if,    your credit good,      steady income in the blood stream, y'know just what I mean?

Now true religion tell me, to your own goodself be true        and that's the crazy thing that I and I in-tend t'do.    

Talk to the poor man,  show him how to rise, dont trust nothing, avoid the old disguise.

 Don't trust nothing. Nothing youself dont see, with your own two eyes, be they green or brown or blue         or even flecked  with a touch of the wise.