Roll up! Roll up! We've got money trees in blooming season,
jackpots on the stove, cash piles are stock-piled to sky scrape and
it's only over, you know, if you sell your soul for an empty hand.
But who'd risk that?
And they found him in an inch of bile. They say he went under quicker
than his a**ets.
Roll up! Roll up!
jackpots on the stove, cash piles are stock-piled to sky scrape and
it's only over, you know, if you sell your soul for an empty hand.
But who'd risk that?
And they found him in an inch of bile. They say he went under quicker
than his a**ets.
Roll up! Roll up!