À la Orly, but you're for red mullet, you say:

By the gods of good fare, who can question to-day

How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!

How pleasant it is to have money.

After oysters, Sauterne; then Sherry; Champagne,

Ere one bottle goes, comes another again;

Fly up, thou bold cork, to the ceiling above,

And tell to our ears in the sound that we love

How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!

How pleasant it is to have money.