Just pop him in your pocket, like puppet on a string

We spin him right around, and he'll do most anythingthey vote for Oba ma but his way of giving thanks

Is taking all their money just to give it to our banks

But if they need a loan they will quickly come to see

The value of the property just ain't what it should be

Not a soul will ask a thing

Just pop him in your pocket

Cuz you know that money is king

Time for your bonus, here's a pile it's just for you

Because you helped us infect us with this economic flue

But we need more flesh, because we're too big to fail

Whatever we do they can't ut us all in jail

But from this upper floor you can see people down below

It must be sad to find that suddenly you're poor

It's such a beautiful thing

Just pop him in your pocket

Cuz you know that money is king

Romney's his name, we think he'll do just fine

We'll puff him full of air and well float him on a line

So we got a blue a red one too

We know that he will lose though he looks so fresh and new

You pull a chord to make his teeth move up and down

He'll give a smile as we spin him round and round

Turn a screw he'll even sing

Why bother with the polls because you know that money is king

Just pop them in your pocket like two puppets on a string

We'll write all the songs and we'll tell them what to sing

We'll sell more guns so they'll be scared to step out side

Our superpacs will choke their little chains until they're wise

And if the Congressmen won't play with our card decks

We'll sick the NRA right down upon their necks

Simply nothing they can do

In this stinking evil world we love

They know that money is king

And now they're crying at the Chevron Plant

It's just a little fire it's like a nest of ants

They're whining that it happened only 7 years ago

And now they do not like it when the wind begins to blow

We'll say we're working hard to find a simple cure

They know they caaan't do anything because they're poor

It's got a musical ring

Just pop them in your pocket cuz you know that money is king

Even a dog can run around and pick up bones

Salt fish, codfish, meat ond pone;

If it´s a good breed and not too wild

People will take it and mind like a child

But a hungry man goes out to beg

They will set the bulldog behind his leg

Sad to tell you but it's true

This country is sewn up because

You know that Money is king