Lyrics

I make great dough at PTI but they say kiss that cash goodbye.
(What's so bad?)
Don't ever buy a horse, or plane, or restaurant; that would be insane!
(But they're all mad!)
They scold me. I say get off it!
Because at Chatter, we're for-profit!
A full-service enterprise, come watch me yak while eating fries!
Money, money, money
I need more money!
D'ya wanna rent pod space?
Money, money, money
The food is yummy.
Want some more crab cakes?
Blah Blah Blah...

*A parody of "Money Money Money" by ABBA.