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(instrumental intro)
You must understand:
Put your cash in my hand;
Then we've made a pact.
And it's only the thrill
Of your cash in my till,
That gets me to act.
It's political...
Not quite illegal...
You must try to ignore those who say that it is...
Whoa-o-o... what's dough got to do, got to do with
it?
What's dough? It can turn into an ocean.
What's dough got to do, got to do with it?
Who heeds the law, when the law can be broken?
It may seem to you that I'm looking confused,
When you question me.
I may tend to look spaced;
Think your cash is misplaced?
You'll get fame for it.
Clout's the name for it.
Cash, forever in season;
You'll do it for me...
Whoa-o-o... what's dough got to do, got to do with
it?
What's dough? It can turn into an ocean.
What's dough got to do, got to do with it?
Who heeds the law, when the law can be broken?
(instrumental break)
Events taking on a new direction;
Voters I must sway.
I've been thinking 'bout my re-election.
So, how much more can you pay?
Whoa-o-o... what's dough got to do, got to do with
it?
What's dough? It can turn into an ocean.
What's dough got to do, got to do with it?
Who heeds the law, when the law can be broken?
(repeat chorus and fade)
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