I'll make a little money
selling some little thing
to be bought, and thrown away
and bought again another day -
I'll make a little money.
I'll appeal to people's vanity
or maybe make things easier:
a little thing thats fairly cheap
and can be bought without a thought -
I'll make a little money.
I'll build it in the cheapest way
and the little stuff I'll throw away
won't hurt all that very much -
its not really worth a fuss -
and I'll make a little money.
I could make things a safer way
but then I'd have more to pay
and my customers would shy away -
and they're the ones who buy, and buy -
and I make a little money.
I'll make a little money
satisfying some false demand
for plastic cats, or gnomes that talk
or ways to do a drunken walk -
and I'll make a little money.
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