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Hey Peter Lorre! Where'd all the money go? I come to the stage with a tale of woe Of suffering and faith and insolent pride you must hear every word before you go do not try to run away and hide I come to the stage with a game of risk catch me if you can and riddle me this. You must pay attention, you must be quick quicksilver quick where'd all the money go? Seven against Thebes come (Sieben gegen Thebes komm) raging raging drunk Zues hates the sound of a bragging tongue I am the marriage of sulfur and mercury hidden in a book of pornograpghy the base metal turns the coke transmographique should keep us in oysters for another week Hey Peter Lorre! Hey Hey Peter Lorre! Where'd all the money go? Where'd all the money go? From Letras Mania