Oh, though I walk through the valley of currency,
I will spend no cash, for credit is with me,
My money and my belief, they bolster me.
I bought a car, nicer than those of my adversaries,
I anointed my beard with perfume,
My wallet overflows.
May stocks and bonds pursue me all the days of investment,
And I will dwell in my mansion on the hill,
Every damn day.
Except in the summer,
When I fly to Mexico.
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