Job is plum
Gracin' magazines
We sing the crappiest pop songs
Rakin' in the green

Hey, hey it's the money
That turned us into kiddie-pop clowns
Can't stand the crap we're singing
But who'd turn the money down?

We go wherever we're told to
Do what we're told to do
There's never time to get girlfriends
Our followers? Taboo

Hey, hey it's the money
That turned us into kiddie-pop clowns
Can't stand the crap we're singing
But who'd turn the money down?

We just hafta look handsome
Dance a little, sing okay
We lack talent and rhythm
And we've got something to sell

Any time or anywhere
If ya fork enough over
Yes, we'll be goin' there

Hey, hey it's the money
That turned us into kiddie-pop clowns
Can't stand the crap we're singing
But who'd turn the money down?

(break)

Hey, hey it's the money
That turned us into kiddie-pop clowns
Can't stand the crap we're singing
But who'd turn the money down?

We just hafta look handsome
Dance a little, sing okay
We lack talent and rhythm
And we've got something to sell

Hey, hey it's the money
Hey, hey it's the money
(repeat, fade)

(extra verse added to some versions)
Hey hey it's the money
In it til the money runs out
Anything for big paychecks
We'll never turn the money down