Money Machine James Taylor

When I was just a child
My life was, oh, so simple
And the ways of the great world seemed strange and funny

Then when I was a young man
I learned of that machine
That turns out all those bales of precious money

Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money

Money money machine
Now you can measure you manhood by it
You can get your children to try it
You can bring your enemies to their knees
With the possible exception of the North Vietnamese

You take a strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world
Strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world

Oh, General Motors and IBM
AFL-CIO and all the King's Men
When I began the game
See me singing about the fire and rain
Let me just say it again
I've seen fives and I've seen tens