Snapsvisor 24

My father makes counterfeit money,
my mother brews synthetic gin,
my sister sells kisses to sailors
and that’s how the money rolls in.

Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money
rolls in, rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in, my god how the money
rolls in, rolls in.

My uncle’s a slum missionary
saving young maidens from sin.
He’ll save you a blonde for a shilling
and that’s how the money rolls in.

Rolls in, rolls in…

My aunt runs a girl seminary
teaching young girls to begin.
She never tells where they’re to finish
and that’s how the money rolls in.

Rolls in, rolls in…

My brother’s a Harley street doctor
with instruments long, sharp and thin.
He only makes one operation
and that’s how the money rolls in.

Rolls in, rolls in…

My cousin’s an Anglican bishop.
He’s writing a book about sin.
He’s written five chapter ’bout Sweden,
an that’s how the money rolls in.

Rolls in, rolls in…

My father has spent all his money,
my mother has drunk all her gin.
My aunt’s with my brother in prison
and so no more money rolls in.

Rolls in, rolls in…