Green (original song, ukulele)

Money doesn't grow on trees But what if it did? Think of all of those leaves Of green overhead What if they weren't leaves, But five and tens, instead? Fives and tens! I pick up a bunch of leaves And I head to the store The clerk does not believe I am sane anymore He just shakes his head And he points me toward the door Toward the door He wants money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money He wants money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money I sit up in my tree And it seems like it's the end It suddenly comes to me That this tree's my only friend So I ask if it could see It's way to loan to me ten? Loan me ten I actually asked a tree What was I thinking of? But then, my friend, the tree Gave itself a mighty shove And blossomed currency On its branches up above Up above It grew money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money It grew money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money