Rejected Prizes From Your Morning Cereal Box

[you deserve whatever you believe]

Jarvis D. Eleutherus
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I'm a third-party advertising company CEO and guru with more half-wits than wit in the office. Stress abounds, so I thought keeping one of these online journals might help to dissipate that or something. Never hurts to check out the compition, either.

Money Song
I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pyjamas.
I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge.
I've got lots of lovely lire.
Now the Deutschmark's getting dearer,
And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn Bridge.

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash.
Some people say it's folly,
But I'd rather have the lolly.
With money you can make a splash.

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.

...Money, money, money, money.

There is nothing like a newly minted pound.

...Money, money, money, money.

Everyone must hanker
For the butchness of a banker.
It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round.

'Round, 'round, 'round.

You can keep your Marxist ways,
For it's only just a phase,
For it's money, money, money makes the world go 'round.

...Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, moneeeeey!