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Finally the car is packed
We're on our way
Down to the south east coast
On our holiday

The kids are rowing in the back 
About who's coat flew
on the breeze)
(Let your worries flutter by)
(An' do the things you please)
In a land where dollar bills
Are fallin' off the trees,
On a dreamer's holiday
on the breeze)
(Let your worries flutter by)
(An' do the things you please)
In a land where dollar bills
Are fallin' off the trees,
On a dreamer's holiday
on the breeze)
(Let your worries flutter by)
(An' do the things you please)
In a land where dollar bills
Are fallin' off the trees,
On a dreamer's holiday
Climb aboard a butterfly,
An' take off on the breeze,
Let your worries flutter by,
An' do the things you please,
In a land where dollar bills
on the breeze)
(Let your worries flutter by)
(An' do the things you please)
In a land where dollar bills
Are fallin' off the trees,
On a dreamer's holiday
Climb up on a butterfly and take off on the breeze,
Let your worries flutter by, and do the things you please,
In the land where dollar bills would
to go
You better find your ho
Get yer babies and your mama
And move to Guantanamo
Doubt my skills
I'm payin my bills
I'm up in the hills
You niggas
Climb aboard a butterfly and take off in the breeze
Let your worries flutter by and do the things you please
In the land where dollar bills are
Climb aboard a butterfly and take off in the breeze
Let your worries flutter by and do the things you please
In the land where dollar bills are
Climb aboard a butterfly, 
An' take off on the breeze, 
Let your worries flutter by, 
An' do the things you please, 
In a land where dollar
of shredded tar
'cause every day's a holiday in Mr.Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon
And Bill and Ben found stardom
While playing John Wesley
Climb aboard a butterfly and take off in the breeze
Let your worries flutter by and do the things you please
In the land where dollar bills are
Climb aboard a butterfly and take off in the breeze
Let your worries flutter by and do the things you please
In the land where dollar bills are
half a pound of shredded tar

Cause every day's a holiday in Mr.Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon
And Bill and Ben found stardom
While
lost if they hadn't 
Shown up as they did 
And there was even Doc Holiday, 
Buffalo Bill, Jesse James 
And three hundred cavalry 
But I can't
Just a man, good and sometimes bad
But striving to do the best that I can
Help a hand when the one close by you falls
Understanding can do
lost if they hadn't 
Shown up as they did 
And there was even Doc Holiday, 
Buffalo Bill, Jesse James 
And three hundred cavalry 
But I can't
mama
And move to Guantanamo
Doubt my skills
I'm payin' my bills
I'm up in the hills
You niggas are kills
Even though I'm on a fucked up label
You
Valentines day, don't forget Christmas day
Another fucking holiday created by the business man 
We're trying to survive in this fucking world we live
to Florida 
To laugh and dance and play 
Bill went in for a swim 
He didn't see the harm 
But when he came back out again 
He was short an arm! 

'Cause
why her river flowin'
To another lake
By the ocean by the ocean
On the beach on the beach
Let me dip my feet in
And make you sweat

I just wanna make
your face was in all the right places
Now the holiday's are over because the bills have come in.
It's time to go home now and be on your own
And look
dollar bills
Girl make it rain
Holiday Inn, come
Meet me on the 8th floor
Damn it feels good but I feel bad for them maids though
But when I slip
[Chorus]

He was killed in the end by quiet persuasion
Not the FBI home invasion
Nor the cross on his lawn emblazoned
The predictable fights didn't