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