The sky is yellowy pink but tinged with grey
The sun is gone and we feel stark dismay
We can’t meet friends in person any more
Only shout as we stand by the door
I think the source of Covid is just cash
Money laundered less, the notes unwashed
The coins are black as coal in devil’s claws
Don’t leave the tip that kills , nor money gnaw
I used to suck a shilling while I worked
I tapped my fingers where it would not hurt
But now the sight of pounds makes me feel sick
Never use old notes nor lovers lick
Throw your money into a black hole
You may starve but this will save your soul