Words and Music by Jakob Dylan
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We can buy that mansion on the hill,
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We'll fill it up until it's filled.
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We'll buy a big black Cadillac
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And we'll keep an extra one in the back.
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We'll sit home just listening
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To the sounds of the winds when they're breaking
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And we can buy that diamond ring
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And just about any other thing
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With somebody else's money.
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We can buy you that flower garden
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With every rose that's ever risen.
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With a blanket and a safety pin
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We'll keep away all the boogie men.
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And we can buy you that swing
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Swing through the skies openings
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And we can buy that diamond ring
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And just about any other thing
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With somebody else's money.
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We can tattoo nickels on our skin,
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We'll drain our veins and put honey in.
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We'll buy new fingers two times ten,
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We'll even put pennies in our chins.
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We'll buy a silver set of wings,
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Lay 'em on our backs for the winds
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And we can buy that diamond ring
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And just about any other thing
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With somebody else's money.
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We'll crash in on the neighbors wedding,
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We'll steal the cake and go running.
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You'll head straight for the jewelry
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And I'll steal the money like a lottery.
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We'll buy a set of legs just for walking,
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And another set of tongues for when we're small talking,
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Another set of lips for being obscene
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And another set of heads for Halloween.
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And we can buy you that swing
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To swing through the skies openings.
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We can buy that diamond ring,
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Just about any other thing,
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With somebody else's money.
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We can buy babies for the babies,
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We'll give them both big red ponies.
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They'll live in that mansion on the hill
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That we'll keep on fillin' until it's filled.
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We'll watch the neighbors fatten up with greed
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Watching us buying everything we don't need
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I know they're listening
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Through a telescope from across the street
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Watching us fillin' up the bathtubs with sweets
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Money, money, money.
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Money on the floor put money in the beds
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Put money in the drains
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Money coming out of our heads,
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Money, money, money.
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We can kill many a dirty man
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Work by the church when they bring us in.
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We can buy anything
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Because there's always something
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That's so funny about spending
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Somebody else's money.
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Somebody Else's Money
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