All of the people are gonna move into the city
Where the billboard girls are pretty and the water don't run dry
Where the movies run all night and even the kitties got plenty o' mice
So we're going to the city tonight

And when we all get there, we're gonna go in on a business
We'll hire cute assistants who will do our work for free
We'll worry ‘bout our fitness as we barely run our business
In the city, where the money grows on trees

And when we've made millions off the poverty of billions
We'll marry our assistants and we'll build a family
And all of our children, we'll send them to the country
And we'll raise them like I wish they had raised me

But all your money, money, money, it won't make the weather sunny
It will only make your pockets lumpy, make the waitress jumpy
At the brand new bills she sees
Ain't it funny, funny, funny, all the silly things we do for money
But it won't do a thing
Unless you spend it on a ring
In the city, where the money grows on trees

All of our coffers are gonna fill up with the harvest
We'll ship our crops to all the farthest nations we can feed
But they will pay us well, they'll pay double or they'll go to hell
And we'll use the extra money to buy seeds

And when all the farmers demand that we go local
We'll hire all the yokels to come working in our fields
And we'll have record yields, ‘cause yokels have the farmin' feel
And we'll use modern science on the weeds

But when we find oil under someone else's soil
We'll have a change of heart and give the farm to charity
All the philanthropy will mitigate the spillage
And we'll be rollin' deeper than the sea

But all your money, money, money, it won't make the weather sunny
It will only make your pockets lumpy, make the waitress jumpy
At the brand new bills she sees
Ain't it funny, funny, funny, all the silly things we do for money
But it won't do a thing
Unless you spend it on a ring
In the city, where the money grows on trees


All of our daughters are gonna grow up to be beauties
Their mother was a cutie and they'll build upon her genes
But we won't ever tell our pretty little daughters that we got wealth
And they'll grow up in the country rich and free

And when they go dancin', they'll surely take their chances
But the boys will all be honest like I never used to be
All of the music will make the people wiggle
And bit by bit they'll start to move their feet

So move like you're rich and your daddy don't tell ya
Move like you're rich and your momma don't know
Move like you never seen the bottom of the well
And marry me after the show
Move like you're rich and you don't know money
Move like a baker with sugar and dough
Move like a bee like that just made honey
And marry me after the show