Songs

I am your friendly cashier, here to help you win.
Anything to do with finance, with me you’ll be quids in.
If it's stuff you’re after, your wish is my command.
It’s time to have a little spending spree.
Material acquisition is the name of the game,
Facilitated on the books by me.

You’re gonna want more money, wonga and cash.
Lovely money, spondoolies n’ stash.

Right now you’ve got a semi, two up and two down,
I agree it’s time to upgrade, how about a five-bed in town!
Time to scrap the Ford Fiesta for a vintage Jag,
A couple of Lamborghinis, why not be a bit of a slag!
Castle in Scotland, a chateau or two in France
Villas in Rome and Monaco, a Central Park penthouse,
A Caribbean island getaway, hell, buy the whole thing
Off-shore’s best for business, if you know what I mean.

Guvnor, you’re gonna need more money, moolah and dough,
Filthy lucre, to have and to hold…

Nightly banquets for a thousand supermodels, royal stars
Served on dinner sets of solid gold by naked, nubile slaves.
Each guest is given shares in oil and rainforest trees
Who cares they don’t know who are are - you bought the Presidency!

Now you’ve bought up Reuters, CBS, Sky, Fox and BBC
Snap Book, Face Chat, Wikitok, it's time to up security.
Anti-aircraft missiles, scuds, Kalashnikovs, grenades,
Tanks and nukes, stealth weaponry, a lethal parade!
Rocket launchers, you’re never safe! Slash and burn Earth!
Conquer Space!

What’s that you say? What do you mean you want to stop?
Don’t give it all up now.. you’re just about to buy MARS