(Mayo/Brilleaux/Sparks/Martin/Wingfield)



It's an eastern promise, it's a pot of gold

It's the oldest story that's ever been told, that's right

You can follow me but you gonna have to pay

Heaven's at the end of this alleyway tonight



Hong Kong money

Let that dollar roll

All you need is the cash

The rest ain't nothing but trash

Hong Kong money

Stole my soul



Tried hard to shake it but I Guess I couldn't make it

Lord only knows it's hard on the opium run

I didn't really wanna hang around too long

Just wasn't my dish of egg fou yung no fun



Hong Kong money

Let that dollar roll

Just as long as you make with the green

You'll be cool if you know what I mean

Hong Kong money

Stole my soul



You can make it quick but you can lose it easy

You go in clean but you come out wheely, here's why

It's that yellow powder, it's sweet but it's sour

One false move and you can kiss this world goodbye



Hong Kong money

Let that dollar roll

All you need is the cash

The rest ain't nothing but trash

Hong Kong money

Stole my soul



Hey you!

Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll

(to fade)