My God How the Money Rolls in

A bawdy song heard occasionally on late nights at the Rotor and Prop.

My father makes bets with the pirates

My sister makes sure that we win

My mother's fake grog is a killer

My god how the money rolls in

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 brother sells nip to the guv'nor

He ends every night with a grin

The hidden fleet circles above us

My god how the money rolls in

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 cousin pumps fuel at the runway

She pops ev'ry tank with a pin

My aunt runs a cheap salvage service

My god how the money rolls in

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 grandpa mines unob in Tinksploit

He carries some home in a bin

His blows up a bank every weekend

My god how the money rolls in

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 grandma's an old diamond smuggler

Her nose cone is quite long and thin

The inspector's a fat wheezy badger

My god how the money rolls in

Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money rolls in, rolls in

Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money rolls in

Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money rolls in

My god, how the money rolls in