Money meks us bonny,
Money meks us glad;
Be she auld or ugly,
Money brings a lad.
When I'd ne'er a penny,
De'il a lad hed I--
Pointin ay at Jenny,
Laughin they flew by.
Money causes flatt'ry,
Money meks us vain;
Money changes aw things--
Now I'm Madam Jane.
Sen auld Robby left me
Houses, fields, nit few.
Lads thrang round i' clusters,
I'm a beauty now!
Money meks us merry,
Money meks us bra;
Money gets us sweethearts--
That's the best of a'!
I ha'e fat and slender,
I ha'e shwort and taw;
I ha'e rake and miser--
I despise them aw!
Money they're aw seeking,
Money they's git neane;
Money sends them sneaking
Efter Madam Jane!
There's ane puir and bashfu',
I ha'e i' my e'e;
He's git han and siller,
Gin he fancies me.
Money meks us bonny, &c.
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Nigeria, Chop-Money, too much of Chop-Money
We are so rich, yet so poor
because everybody wants to Chop-Money
anyway, anyhow, no one really cares.
See the Politician, Chop-Money,
kills the innocent for his sacrifice
according to babalawos counsel,
campaigning, proclaiming love for country
Na lie, he is after the national reserves.
always on duty, only at night,
trotting a rifle and his torchlight,
pay 20 naira no either-or,
if you dont want to find his trouble.
Federal Ministry of
., also Chop-Money
years upon years, their retirees are on pension-processing
Query upon query, no progressing,
but see the secretary and see a miracle happen
give what they want and get what you want.
Bank attendant also Chop-Money:
sorry, you cant withdraw this week,
our computer is out of order
before leaving the bank, count your cash three times,
one-sided currencies, flowing like rain.
Bus driver and conductor, professional Chop-Money,
beware, you might be short-changed.
Worse is they say you never paid,
see me see trouble, early in the morning
before you sort it out, youre late for work.
ask the price and hell assess you from head to toe,
the real price: divide what he says by three
see his mouth like fifty-naira,
looking to make 200 percent profit,
and he just calls it business.
Association here and there, Chop-Money,
they are just after your membership fee,
then theyll give you seminars about the past,
welfare group here or there, all Chop-Money
forget it, they dont care about you.
Wherever you go, its all Chop-Money,
for some, its written on their faces,
and others are betrayed by their talk,
some others still cover with various motives.
Where can I find a Nigerian, not Chop-Money
seeking a simple lifestyle with things just enough,
seeking knowledge, beholding a future bright,
someone who would want to make a difference,
to leave clear footprints for others to put their feet,
where is he, where is she, honest and true.
If you think you are one, then you are my friend.
author: Tokunbo Ajewole, March 04,2003
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