[I. Mr. Money]nn[Miss Mediocraty:]nHey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face...nand those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are thendoorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey,ndo you wanna get out of herenn[Mr. Money:]nHey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorrynYou've seen me on TV, I'm Mr. MoneynNow you want someone to hold younAnd call when you're in townnSomeone to calm you and confirm younWell, I'm here...n...to let you downn'Cause outside these sexy carsnAnd far from my trendy barsnBehind these smiles...n[Miss Mediocraty:]n...maybe go someplace...n[Mr. Money:]n...And sunscreen...n[Miss Mediocraty:]n...more quiet, where we could... you know... talk!n[Mr. Money:]n...And Live the Dream!s...n[Miss Mediocraty:]n...and get to know each other...n[Mr. Money:]nI am cold!n[Miss Mediocraty:]n...no?n[Mr. Money:]nAnd mean!nn[Miss Mediocraty:]nHow about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'llnbe a good girl, I promise!n...or bad...n...whatever you like!nn[Mr. Money:]nDaily Finance - that's me in the ArmaninGotnThree Mercedes 350, two FerrarisnI Could have bought a Third World countrynWith the riches that I've spentnBut heynAll modern economics claim that I deservednEvery single centnAnd the one time I'm the lesser halfnIs when we split the tabnSo here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here's tonHappiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...nBut most of all...nnHere's to Me!nHere's to Me!nHere's to Me!nThere will be nothing left...nSo...nHere's to Me! ([Dea Pecuniae:] Oh baby, baby)nHere's to Me! ([Dea Pecuniae:] I'll take care of you)nHere's to Me!nThere will be nothing left...nNothing left...n...for younn[Dea Pecuniae:]nIf you're looking for fulfillmentnA Kingdom and a CrownnA Paradise of Free RidesnI am here...n...to let you downnI'll get you the sexy carsnAnd a taste of divinitynA glimpse of the StarsnImmortalitynBut then VanitynWill leave you dried and scarredn([Mr. Money:] That's right, oh, give it to me!)nnHere's to Me! ([Mr. Money:] Oh baby, baby)nHere's to Me! ([Mr. Money:] You'll take care of me)nHere's to Me!nTo menn[II. Permanere]nn[Mr. Money:]nBut then when it's silentnAnd the lights from the bars go downnI need comfortingn'Cause somewhere there deep insidenFeelings of loss arisenAnd I hate to lose!nn[III: I Raise My Glass]nnThey say it's lonely at the topnThen I'm as lonely as can benBut I am not too sorrynYou see, I've chosen this companynI got myself a winning teamnIt's Me, Myself and InYou bet it's lonely at the top old friendsnAnd I'm here today to tell you suckers why!n(Dea Pecuniae!)nDea PecuniaenMoney rules...nThey claim that I get paid for my big ResponsibilitynBut hey, you know...nThat is just a lame excusenFor my egocentricitynThey say that we're really the same you and InAnd I truly do agreenYou seenJust like menYou live for menUntil the day you dienAnd so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I getnpaid for my big responsibilitynTo all of you who suck it up and pay my debtsnTo all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environmentnOr the povertynWell, maybe not more than marginally anywaynGood for you!nAnd you know what?nHere's to you...nAnd I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cakenfor free, for me to throw in the face of democracynFor those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendynAnd charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendynI salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your tablenSo let's raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatestnrecognition and credit of all times - cause after all, let's face it;nthat's the only thank you you will ever getnSo come on now - raise your glasses!nHere's to YOUnThere will be nothing left - no!nNothing left...n...but money