I feel dirty, big and passed around
It’s the feeling as if I am worthless paper, but I am not
I am used, so I am, so I am

People think about me too much, they even fuss about me
They keep on forgetting that I am essential
And just give me away for something else

I don’t like to travel from shop to shop
I don’t grow on trees, so people have to treat me carefully
They forget one important fact, they have to work to get me
Instead t hey just produce more and more of me
So they think I am as worthy as before

They describe me as a long green paper on which it says 5
Humans call me CACHING and BLING-BLING

I like being so powerful as the president
But now people made me crazy
Because of me the whole world is misled and mad

No matter what I’ll do, I’ll be locked up
Locked up like a dog in a kennel
So that no one will steal me
The locked up place happens to be the place that disgusts me the most
It is the wallet