I Am A Rich Man

My money is my own
I keep it safe at home
In a drawer with my clothes
Where no one ever knows
When I go out walking
Little coins I sow
In the couches that I know
From the holes in my clothes
They jingle as they go
No banker or dishman
My girl goes around
To the couches where I’ve been
She digs down deep therein
Makes the washers and dryers spin
The cycle starts again