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My God How the Money Rolls in [This is a compilation from several sources. Alternate words in brackets.] My father makes book on the corner My mother [granny] makes second-hand [bootlegger, illicit, synthetic] gin My sister makes love for a dollar [sells kisses to sailors] My God [Oh, Lord; My word], how the money rolls in! (Chorus:) 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 mother's a bawdyhouse keeper Every night when the evening grows dim [action begins] She hangs out a little red lantern [hangs a red light in the window] My God, how the money rolls in! My grandma [mother] makes pink [cheap] prophylactics She pierces [punctures; pokes in] the end with a pin My grandpa [father] gets rich on [does quickie] abortions My God, how the money rolls in! My brother's a poor [street] missionary [street-corner preacher] He saves gorgeous [wayward, fallen] women [little girlies] from sin He'll save you a blonde for five dollars [a guinea] My God, how the money rolls in! My brother's a medical student, [Harley Street surgeon] With instruments long, sharp, and thin. He only knows [does] one operation. My God, how the money rolls in! RG XXDownload the song in PDF format for printout etc.