Money and Me

Counting money, chink chick.
Hoardes of it, just think,
Riches, jewels, fancy clothes
Ink red rubies, sapphires 'tween my toes.

Sharing out money
To give to the poor.
Old misers have too much
Poor things, they want more.

Hoardes and hoardes of honey,
Expensive drinks and food,
rich foods they don't even eat like they should.

Juices they do away with, they only have fermented honey,
Leaving money to give to the poor.

One thousand pounds I don't need any more,
Four hundred thousand to give to the poor,
To give is better, if you don't need it no more.

Chris Loft #5 1968