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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!!!
