Japanese John, his slight face fur
Still just as confused still just as sure
He's still just as charming, points out the view
As he hands your wage to you

Oh, oh, uh don't you break it
(Who makes your money? Who makes your money?)
Or they'll take it
Oh, oh, uh uh
(Who makes your money?)
Who makes your money?
Who makes your money?

Who thinks they might
Who's gonna be there
To take the fight
Some try to relax
Some try to know
Some try to get there with no place to go
No place to go

(Who makes your money?) Who makes your money?
Who makes your money? (Who makes your money?)
Oh they take it (Who makes your money?)
Oh, oh, uh, (mmh mmh), uh, uh
(Makes your money? Who makes your money?)

When all is quiet and on your own
And all your love, there it goes
It's come to hate
With everything you call
And now your back
Is against the wall, oh oh

Mmh, mmh who makes your money?
Who makes your money?
Who makes your money?
Who makes your money, mmh?
Who makes your money?
Who makes your money?

Who makes your money?
Makes your Monday? Makes your money?
Makes your Monday? Makes your money?
Makes your Monday? Makes your money?
Who makes your Monday? Makes your money?
Who makes your Monday? Makes your money?
Who makes your Monday? Makes your money?

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): John Britt Daniel