Lyric Em Elbmuh

Okay, and I was standing
I don t care, I don t care, I don t care
And I worked on it with my friend
Back in 1849, times were hard
I think I d be a sawed-off shotgun
They had a double-breasted jacket on
I don t care
Take a load off
Out of my freakin face
You d be a punk without me
No money without love
Nothin but a problem, nothin but a problem
New York s got a problem
Where s our money, money, money, where s our money?
Stop practicing Dr. Marx and John Lennon
No bull
[three knocking noises]
Stop it!