Em Elbmuh Songtext

Okay, I'm sleeping and I don't care...
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
And I worked on it with my friend
Back in 1849, times were hard
I think it'd be a sawed-off shotgun
They had a double-breasted jacket on
Nothin' but a problem, nothin' but a problem
New York's gotta problem
Where's our money, money, money, where's our money?
Stop practicing