My God How the Money Rolls In

Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

My father makes book on the corner,
My mother makes illicit gin,
My sister sells kisses to sailors,
My God, how the money rolls in.

CHORUS:
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in.

My mother's a bawdy house keeper,
Each night when the evening grows dim,
She hangs out a little red lantern,
My God, how the money rolls in.

My cousin's a Harley Street surgeon,
With instruments long, sharp and thin,
He only does one operation,
My God, how the money rolls in.

Uncle Joe is a registered plumber,
His business in holes and in tin,
He'll plug up your hole for a ten'er,
My God, how the money rolls in.

My brother's a slum missionary,
He saves fallen women from sin,
He'll save you a blonde for a dollar,
My God, how the money rolls in.

My Grandad sells cheap prophylactics,
He punctures the teats with a pin,
For Grandma gets rich from abortions,
My God, how the money rolls in.

My sister's a barmaid in Sydney,
For a shilling she'll strip to the skin,
She's stripping from morning till midnight,
My God, how the money rolls in.

My aunt keeps a girl's seminary,
Teaching young girls to begin
She doesn't say where they finish,
My God, how the money rolls in.

We've started an old fashioned gin shop,
A regular palace of sin,
The principal girl is my grandma,
My God, how the money rolls in.

Keywords: work, shady