Okay, I'm sleeping and 
I don't care
I don't care, 
I don't care, 
I don't care
And I worked on it with my friend
Back in 1849, times were hard
I think it'd be a sawed-off shotgun
They had a double breasted jacket on
Nothin' but a problem
Nothin' but a problem
New York's gotta problem
Where's our money, money, money?
Where's our money?
Stop practicing
Dr. Marx and 
John Lennon
No bull, stop it