*Reluctantly, Hookbill is cast onto the stage by a roadie. He stands up and clears his throat. He ducks just in time as a glass bottle flies over his head and smashes on the wall behind him*
Hello... Yes... Its me again... *some grumbling from the audience*. I'm going to sing a little song that you may well know. Its a song by the Great Dwarf minstrel "Pínk Flóyd" and it's called "Money"... Thank you. *Another glass bottle fly's past Hookbill's head*.
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Money! Get away.
Get a good axe with good grip and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New helm, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a Mining team.
Money, get back.
I'm all right Jáck keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good elf pit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
And I think I need a Hobbit.
Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today. (Whispers: Apart from Melko)
But if you ask for a raise its no surprise that they're
Giving none away.
Away...
Away!!!
***
*"Wish you'd go away!" shouts someone from the crowd before a breeze block hits Hookbill in the face... He is then dragged off*