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Noah J. Ricketts - New Money Lyrics



Noah J. Ricketts - New Money Lyrics





When your money makes you money
What's the well-to-do to do?
But buy another pony
With the interest they accrue?
While right across the bay
They're making fortunes on the go
Over there, the rich are "riche"
And the money is nouveau

Oh, the nouveau riche are reaching
For the scepter of the kings
And somewhere high above us
You've got Gatsby pullin' strings
Faster and faster, no slowin 'em down
Lucky boy, you got the hottest ticket in town
A whole new ruling party
And your neighbor wears the crown

New money
Young, rich and wild
Reveled, reviled
You can't stop that new money
Fillin' your pockets
Spend it while you got it
Heaven knows if it'll last

New money
Watch it as it goes
New money
Watch it as it go, go, goes
New, new money
Ba-da, ba-ba-ba

In West Egg there's no nest egg (oh, oh, oh, oh)
No need to sit and brood (oh, oh, oh)
On piles of cash they spend their stash at (oh, oh, oh, oh)

A shocking magnitude

The kind of wealth you gotta see to believe (oh)
A level of luxury that's hard to achieve (oh)
No, I don't wanna live here
But I never wanna leave
Oh-oh-oh

New money
Young, rich, and wild
Reveled, reviled
Don't you want that new money?
Fillin' your pockets
Spend it while you got it

Heaven knows if it'll last

New money
Everything top shelf
New, new money
Can only top itself
New, new, new money
Ba-da, ba-ba-ba, ba-ya

New money

High roller, comin' through
Hahaha

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

New money
When it's scanty
New money
Up the ante
Ooh, ooh
Butter me, honey
Tonight I'm on a roll

Tonight I'm on a roll
New money

Wolfsheim!

New money

Hey, kitten! Wanna blow on my dice?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Are you kidding? I wanna throw 'em!

New money

Lucky sevens

New manna

From the heavens

Ooh, ooh
Butter me, honey
Tonight I'm on a roll

New money

Haha! Who's the schoolteacher?

New manna

This is Nick Carraway

New money

I see you lookin' at my cuff buttons

New manna

Finest specimens of human molars

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Who was that?

That's Meyer Wolfsheim
He fixed the World Series
You can meet anyone at these parties

So where do we find Gatsby? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Can you point him out to me? (Oh, oh, oh)

I've never even met him (oh, oh, oh, oh)
The man's a

Mystery

Every night it seems his notoriety grows
I wonder if he's even at the parties he throws?
I think that it's dandy (oh-oh-oh-oh) that he keeps a brandy handy (oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh)
But his modus operandi?
No one really knows

Well, I heard Gatsby owns the patent for the Model T

I heard he's a spy

I heard he won this place in a horse race

I heard he killed a man

He's selling bathtub gin

He's Prussian royalty

Stock market?

He's flooded

Red carpet?

Star-studded

Black market?

Cold-blooded

Do you wanna dance?

My baby only wants new money

Do you believe that about Mr. Gatsby?

What?

The kind that washes so clean

That he killed a man? Wouldn't he be in jail?

My baby has a taste for new money

Not if he didn't get caught

She likes her legal slender, tender, and mean

Well, what kind of-

Jeez

Du-du, du-du, du-du, du-du

What kind of a person throws large parties he doesn't attend?

Du-du, du-du, du-du, du-duah

A person who likes large parties
I like large parties, they're so intimate
At small parties, there isn't any privacy

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
New money

New money
Young, rich, and wild
Reveled, reviled
Don't you want that new money?
Fillin' your pockets
Spend it while you got it

Heaven knows if it'll last
New money
Boats against the current
New, new money
Push against the tide
New, new, new money
We ride, we ride, we ride, we ride

New money
Young, rich, and wild
Reveled, reviled (oh)
Don't you want that new money? (Yeah, yeah)
Fillin' your pockets
Spend it while you got it (woo)
Heaven knows if it'll last

I want that new money, crisp money (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Straight from the mint money
Fresh money, young money (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Push against the tide (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hey! We ride, we ride (ride, we ride)

Don't want that old money, bling money
Comes-with-strings money
Cold money, funny money
Push against the tide
We ride, we ride, we ride

We ride

Yeah (oh)
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English

When your money makes you money
What's the well-to-do to do?
But buy another pony
With the interest they accrue?
While right across the bay
They're making fortunes on the go
Over there, the rich are "riche"
And the money is nouveau

Oh, the nouveau riche are reaching
For the scepter of the kings
And somewhere high above us
You've got Gatsby pullin' strings
Faster and faster, no slowin 'em down
Lucky boy, you got the hottest ticket in town
A whole new ruling party
And your neighbor wears the crown

New money
Young, rich and wild
Reveled, reviled
You can't stop that new money
Fillin' your pockets
Spend it while you got it
Heaven knows if it'll last

New money
Watch it as it goes
New money
Watch it as it go, go, goes
New, new money
Ba-da, ba-ba-ba

In West Egg there's no nest egg (oh, oh, oh, oh)
No need to sit and brood (oh, oh, oh)
On piles of cash they spend their stash at (oh, oh, oh, oh)

A shocking magnitude

The kind of wealth you gotta see to believe (oh)
A level of luxury that's hard to achieve (oh)
No, I don't wanna live here
But I never wanna leave
Oh-oh-oh

New money
Young, rich, and wild
Reveled, reviled
Don't you want that new money?
Fillin' your pockets
Spend it while you got it

Heaven knows if it'll last

New money
Everything top shelf
New, new money
Can only top itself
New, new, new money
Ba-da, ba-ba-ba, ba-ya

New money

High roller, comin' through
Hahaha

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

New money
When it's scanty
New money
Up the ante
Ooh, ooh
Butter me, honey
Tonight I'm on a roll

Tonight I'm on a roll
New money

Wolfsheim!

New money

Hey, kitten! Wanna blow on my dice?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Are you kidding? I wanna throw 'em!

New money

Lucky sevens

New manna

From the heavens

Ooh, ooh
Butter me, honey
Tonight I'm on a roll

New money

Haha! Who's the schoolteacher?

New manna

This is Nick Carraway

New money

I see you lookin' at my cuff buttons

New manna

Finest specimens of human molars

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Who was that?

That's Meyer Wolfsheim
He fixed the World Series
You can meet anyone at these parties

So where do we find Gatsby? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Can you point him out to me? (Oh, oh, oh)

I've never even met him (oh, oh, oh, oh)
The man's a

Mystery

Every night it seems his notoriety grows
I wonder if he's even at the parties he throws?
I think that it's dandy (oh-oh-oh-oh) that he keeps a brandy handy (oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh)
But his modus operandi?
No one really knows

Well, I heard Gatsby owns the patent for the Model T

I heard he's a spy

I heard he won this place in a horse race

I heard he killed a man

He's selling bathtub gin

He's Prussian royalty

Stock market?

He's flooded

Red carpet?

Star-studded

Black market?

Cold-blooded

Do you wanna dance?

My baby only wants new money

Do you believe that about Mr. Gatsby?

What?

The kind that washes so clean

That he killed a man? Wouldn't he be in jail?

My baby has a taste for new money

Not if he didn't get caught

She likes her legal slender, tender, and mean

Well, what kind of-

Jeez

Du-du, du-du, du-du, du-du

What kind of a person throws large parties he doesn't attend?

Du-du, du-du, du-du, du-duah

A person who likes large parties
I like large parties, they're so intimate
At small parties, there isn't any privacy

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
New money

New money
Young, rich, and wild
Reveled, reviled
Don't you want that new money?
Fillin' your pockets
Spend it while you got it

Heaven knows if it'll last
New money
Boats against the current
New, new money
Push against the tide
New, new, new money
We ride, we ride, we ride, we ride

New money
Young, rich, and wild
Reveled, reviled (oh)
Don't you want that new money? (Yeah, yeah)
Fillin' your pockets
Spend it while you got it (woo)
Heaven knows if it'll last

I want that new money, crisp money (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Straight from the mint money
Fresh money, young money (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Push against the tide (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hey! We ride, we ride (ride, we ride)

Don't want that old money, bling money
Comes-with-strings money
Cold money, funny money
Push against the tide
We ride, we ride, we ride

We ride

Yeah (oh)
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Writer: Jason Howland, Nathan P Tysen
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




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Performed By: Noah J. Ricketts
Featuring: Eric Anderson, Original Broadway Cast, Samantha Pauly
Language: English
Length: 5:16
Written by: Jason Howland, Nathan P Tysen
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