So pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho!
I drive through the streets, and I care not a damn; The people they stare, and they ask who I am; And if I should chance to run over a cad, I can pay for the damage if ever so bad. So pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho! So pleasant it is to have money.
Just watched 'The Quiet American' where a paraphrased snippet of this poem is quoted. I decided to look it up and found the whole thing on Google Answers. Click the link - it's a brilliantly cynical poem on the excesses of capitalism.
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