Wall Street

[Bulma]
When your job has fallen through
And the rent is overdue
And the butcher's gonna sue
Don't despair!

Get that rhythm in your toes
Doll up in your swellest clothes
Go down where that green stuff grows
It's there, all there!

On Wall Street
Come on down to Wall Street
Where the millionaires
Will give your troubles a holiday!

You can have your Broadway
With its tawdry wares
Just gimme that street
With its shares
Bulls and bears

On Wall Street
It's the rise and fall street
Where you'll find a rich tycoon
To croon all your blues away!

You can have your Texas
With its home on the range
Just gimme a seat
On the stock exchange

In the middle of Wall Street
It's the sable shawl street
You will never see a note
That's less than a century
Or a G

Oh well, Wall Street, Wall Street
Wall Street's for me!

In the middle of Wall Street
It's the all in all street
You will never find me
Livin' in London, Paris, or Rome
No sir!

'Cause a ticker-tape is tickin' in my dome telling me that
Wall Street, Wall Street, Wall Street
Where the big spenders all meet
Wall Street, Wall Street, Wall Street's my home!