There's evil in my pocket, son,
It's evil, don't forget.
It makes the world go round,
And it makes the women wet.
It's green stuff, evil is,
Like the leaves on the trees.
And it goes through your hands
Almost like a summer breeze.
A marvelous thing, evil is,
But only when you give.
To hoard it is to die.
Reversed it is to live.
So next time you find evil
Just a-lyin' there on the ground--
Spend it on a loved one.
Spread the evil round.