Well, I hope I'll make more money than this in the next world I hope there's a lot more riches there for me I'd like my trousers pressed and my shoes shined up by a rich girl Who doesn't care if the world is mean But these are the brains I've been taught to have Don't try to make me happy when I'm happy feeling bad I've got no manners, no hand to shake Why should I tell the truth when it's easier to fake? So give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Is the bank big enough, coming ready or not to the next world? I hope there's a lot more in it there for me I'd like my friends to be rich and I'll never distinct in the next world And my only care in the world is being But these are the brains I've been taught to have Don't try to make me happy when I'm happy feeling bad I've got no manners, no hand to shake Why should I tell the truth when it's easier to fake? Just give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Is the bank big enough, coming ready or not to the next world? Is the bank big enough, coming ready or not to the next world? Is the bank big enough, coming ready or not to the next world? Is the bank big enough, coming ready or not to the next world? Just give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Just give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Just give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all I'd like some more I'd like some more