When I was just a child

My life was, oh, so simple

And the ways of the great world

Seemed strange and funny

Then when I was a young man

I learned of that machine

That turns out all those bails of precious money



Now you can measure your manhood by it

You can get your children to try it

You can bring your enemies to their knees

With the possible exception of the North Vietnamese



It takes a strong hit from the money machine

Sitting on top, on top of the world

Strong hit from the money machine

Sitting on top, on top of the world



General Motors and IBM

AFL-CIO and all the king's men

When I began the game

See me singing 'bout fire and rain

Let me just say it again

I've seen fives and I've seen tens



It was a strong hit from the money machine

Sitting on top, on top of the world

Strong hit from the money machine

Settle up top, on top of the world

    (Money, money, money)

        (Give me that dough)

            (Mine, mine, mine)

Been living in the lap of luxury too long

Please, Mr. DJ, won't you play my song

Maybe my baby will listen on the radio

Come back home to me

Help me spend my dough



I need a strong hit from the money machine

Sitting on top, on top of the goddamn world

I need a strong hit from the money machine

Strong hit from the money machine

Sitting on top, on top of the world

Money, money, money