All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy.

All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy

I told them I was ill

And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, and the earth brought forth grass and the Rastafarians smoked it.

I shook hands with a friendly Arab. I still have my right arm to prove it.

Money couldn't buy friends, but you get a better class of enemy.