Flash Company:
Oh dear, how commercialism takes our songs away!
I don't remember mention of Durex

My Grandma sells cheap prophylactics
And pierces the teat with a pin
'Cos Grandad gets rich from abortions
My god how the money rolls in.

My brother's a slum missionary,
He saves the young ladies from sin.
He'll save you a blonde for a guinea.
My god how the money rolls in.

My father's a Harley Street surgeon.
With instruments long, sharp, and thin.
he only does one operation.
My god how the money rolls in.

Rolls in, rolls in,
My god how the money rolls in. (Rolls in)
Rolls in, rolls in
My god how the money rolls in.



CHEERS
Nigel