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 you 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