The Smell of Money - Todd Rundgren

My boy i say you’re unaware of Things that i am unaware of The things they say behind one’s back

That you suspect but aren’t quite sure of Don’t say you haven’t noticed

The smell of money is all about me I just can’t rid myself

Of it’s overpowering bouquet

My inner beauty cursed with obscurity

By a scent that can’t be washed away

I don’t know who you think i am But if i’m who i think i am Then there’s no cranny i’ve examined

Taints the air where ere i am But don’t say you haven’t noticed

The smell of money wafts all about me It neutralizes any other odors i convey

Best friends won’t tell me They know i’m suffering

With a scent that can’t be washed away

The stench of money

Is reeking off of me

A mix of cheap cologne

Weasel pheromone and rotted grave

Thank dad and mommy

I’m filthy, stinking rich

So i can say to you «piss off»

I bathe, i bathe