To the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean.

My father makes books on the corner,
My mother makes illicit gin,
My sister sells kisses to sailors,
My god how the money rolls in!

Chorus:
Rolls in, rolls in,
My god how the money rolls in, rolls in,
Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money rolls in

My mother’s a bawdy house keeper,
Each night when the evening grows dim,
She hangs out a little red lantern,
My god how the money rolls in!

Chorus

My cousin’s a Harley street surgeon,
With instruments long, sharp and thin,
He only does one operation,
My god how the money rolls in!

Chorus

Uncle Joe is a registered plumber,
His business in holes and in tin,
He’ll plug up your hole for a tenner,
My god how the money rolls in!

Chorus