I drive through the streets, and I care not a damn;
The people they stare, and they ask who I am;
And if I should chance to run over a cad,
I can pay for the damage if ever so bad.
So pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho!
So pleasant it is to have money.
Arthur Hugh Clough d 1861
This little ditty was dropped by someone with a screen name of tomrus as a comment under a blog post about this. The poem says it all.