Mel just wants to make money. He just wants to make money.
He's got too much money, but he can't be satisfied.
Mel just wants to make money. He just wants to make money.
He's got too much money, but he can't can't be satisfied.

Pretty boy walkin' down the street and he knows just where he is -
And he knows for sure that someday he'll be a big star.
So he made it to the top and he won those statuettes -
And he's pondering about what he is gonna do next.

Mel just wants to make money. He just wants to make money.
He's got too much money, but he can't be satisfied.
Mel just wants to make money. He just wants to make money.
He's got too much money, but he can't be satisfied.

Two thousand years have come and gone since Jesus fullfilled the Law.
He preached peace and love and he didn't just die on a cross.
He healed the sick, raised the dead to show mankind there's hope ahead.
Little did he know that he'd be fodder for Hollywood.

But they want to make money. They just want to make money.
They've got too much money, but they can't be satisfied.
They just want to make money. They just want to make money.
They've got too much money, but they can't be satisfied.

Already knows he's found the answer -
He's got the perfect formula -
It's got religion, blood and gore! Could you ask for more?
Now, he's made lotsa money. People wastin' their money.
Yeah, he's makin more money, but he's still not satisfied!
Now he's makin' lotsa money. People wastin' their money.
Yeah, he's makin more money, but he's still not satisfied!

Now, he's made lotsa money. People wastin' their money.
Yeah, he;s makin' more money, but he's still not satisfied!
Now, he's makin lotsa money. People wastin' their money.
Yeah, he's makin lotsa money, but he's still not satisfied!