I throw my money in the river And I'm lucid while it shimmers But the undertow is stronger than I thought I throw my money in the river And I'm happy while it shimmers Then I regret the stupid things that I have bought Doodoo... In the temple of consumption Every store wants my transactions There's a tightrope that I walk without a doubt In the temple of consumption My dole money has a function Until I realize my balance is whipped out Doodoo... Tailor made shirts and French tile Cotton rich socks in argyle Face creams, lotions and potions I'm still me Doodoo... No dough!