We want riches, Darlin'
We want fame-ay-e-ame
You can't take the money with you,
Down Down Down the Drain
When this war's over we can,
Get away-ay-e-ay
You won't find the love that you lost,
Down Down Down the drain
Show me love,
Or find the door.
Fire your cannonballs.
Waste faith where there never was,
A prayer.
I am more concerened,
with the quality or my freedom.
Then I am, with the quanity of my days.
Until the good lord comes to wash it all away.
We want riches, Darlin'
We want fame-ay-e-ame
You can't take the money with you, 
Down Down Down the drain.