Seemed appropriate for today:

My father makes book on the corner
My mother makes second-hand gin
My sister makes love for a dollar
My God,, how the money rolls in!

(Chorus:) Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in, rolls in!
Rolls in, rolls in, my God, how the money rolls in!

My mother's a bawdyhouse keeper
Every night when the evening grows dim
She hangs out a little red lantern
My God, how the money rolls in!

My grandma makes pink prophylactics
She pierces the end with a pin
My grandpa gets rich on abortions
My God, how the money rolls in!

My brother's a poor missionary
He saves gorgeous women from sin
He'll save you a blonde for five dollars
My God, how the money rolls in!

My brother's a medical student,
With instruments long, sharp, and thin.
He only knows one operation.
My God, how the money rolls in!

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