I love the feel of his money
  One time I loved the feel of him, she yawned
  It was not until he was crucified
  That the benefit sunk in
  
  Oh, for restoration I may baulk and churl
  I have my standards to maintain
  The very fact I'm here at all is quite absurd
  The aggravation leaves a stain
  
  Oh, I love the feel of his money, she yawned
  One time I loved the feel of him
  It was not until he was crucified
  That the benefit sunk in
  
  I love the feel of his money, she yawned
  One time I loved the feel of him
  It was not until he was crucified
  That the benefit sunk in
  Oh, it's a dark moon
  Oh, it's a dark moon
  
  For restoration I may baulk and churl
  I have my standards to maintain
  The angle I come from is quite absurd
  The aggravation leaves a stain
  In this dark moon - in this dark moon
  
  If I had the position that I thought that I should
  I'll never cease to amaze
  From the angle that she stands and stood
  See on her face a smile so afraid
  In this dark moon - oh, this dark moon
  In this dark moon - under this dark moon
  Oh, this dark moon
  
  [scat singing]
  I want your soul - I want your soul
  I want your soul - I want your soul
  I want your soul - I want your soul
  I want your soul for myself