Don't marry them for love, my dear
They're all just rotten swine
And if they know you love 'em
Then they will rob you blind
But if their bank account is fat
And they're all fairly kind
Then that's a man, Polly dear
To marry every time
The marrying kind, the marrying kind
Don't marry them for lust, my dear
Their lust will soon dim
And then there's no money, dear
There's nothing left to win
But if their bank account is fat
And they're all fairly kind
Then that's a man, Polly dear
To marry every time
The marrying kind, the marrying kind
Just marry for them for money, dear
It makes the world go round
And if their conversation's dull
Don't let it get you down
If their bank account is fat
Let your... fingers wrap around
Money, money, money, money
It makes the world go round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Makes the world go round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Makes the world go round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Makes the world go round
Yes, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Makes the world go round
The marrying kind, the marrying kind
