LYRICS: You are by far the wealthiest duck in Duckburg (Woo-ooh.) I'm sure you could afford to rename it "suck-turd" You're the one percent, you don't need adventure, stay home! (You're prone to the unknown, but don't roam, stay home) Hey where ya goin', wait a sec!
You really don't need any more treasure, dude You're so fuckin' rich, Bill Gates is your bitch whenever you're in the mood, Oh-ohhhhh—What the fuck, Scrooge McDuck?! What kinda quack are you on? Outfitting your mules to go lookin' for jewels in the Amazon
Blood diamonds do not make you a forest ranger Those bugs and snakes you're murdering, they're endangered You're a threat to this fragile ecosystem, go home! (All alone in the tropic zone, pack up your stones and go home) Hey where ya goin', wait a sec!
You'll shit your diaper climbin' up jungle vines I said stay away from the Himalayas or the African mines, oh-oh Your bank account's got large amounts but your brain's plain overdrawn You're hallucinatin' ice cream and cake in the Amazon
I said what the fuck, Scrooge McDuck, what kinda quack are you on? No matter how much cash you plow, you'll never turn into a swan But you're crazy and old, so you're gonna keep looking for gold In the Ahhh-maaaa-zoooonnnnnn!
