Friend to coked up belled......

This was written after meeting an old mate.....

It was fair to say we had changed.

This is basically what i listened to for five hours until I left.

 

Friend to coked up bellend

I’m a money man me I’m a money man,

I’m a money man me I’m a money man,

I’m a money man, money man,  man, money, man,

I’m a money man me, I’m a money man.

 

Second verse the same as the first, as the night went on it got fucking worse.

 

FIVE HOURS!!

 

I’m a money man me I’m a money man,

I’m a money man me I’m a money man,

I’m a money man, money man,  man, money, man,

I’m a money man me, I’m a money man.

 

 

I’m a money man still got my hair,

Live the life of a millionaire,

Spend it while they stand and stare,

Arms wrapped ‘round this honey man,

I’m  a money man me, I’m a money man.

 

Money man’s in a bar in Spain,

Slingin’ money down the drain,

Thumbs are aching from the strain of counting all this money man,

I’m a money man me, I’m a money man.

 

Want a dig? You couldn’t hack it,

This jacket cost a fuckin’ packet,

A product of my small time racket

Arms wrapped ‘round this honey man,

I’m a money man me, I’m a money man.

 

At this point we spoke of golf.....

Golf? Fuck off!

 

One thing I aint got that is tact, 

Got no tact and that’s a fact,

It’s a fact that tact I lacked

And you think you’re fuckin' funny man,

You’re just a fucking money man.

 

Don’t I? I don’t I do!

I threw in a quote or two,

Fuck you mate

They’re not for you

Cos you think your more than funny man,

Your just a fucking money man.

 

He’s earning more than you and yours,

He’ll tell you that he’s earning scores,

He’s become the bore to end all bores

Cos he’s just a fucking money man,

A coked up fucking money man.

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