Thus began the beautiful review by pier_paolo_farina on March 2, '07, of the album "Born Again."

"With Randy Newman, one can be content to listen to the music (excellent, especially if one has a certain 'adult' taste for orchestrated and old-fashioned sounds reminiscent of the fifties and sixties), but depriving oneself of the enjoyment brought by his surprising lyrics is a mortal sin. To illustrate, this album kicks off like this (in 'It's Money That I Love'):

It's money that I love!
They say money can't buy love
but you can get half an ounce of coke,
a sixteen-year-old, and a huge limousine on a warm September night
this may not be love, but it's sure good!

An asshole? No, someone who very originally and at the risk of misunderstanding sublimates the distortions and pettiness of human nature by referring them to himself, because we are all a bit greedy, a bit racist, a bit cowardly? Just enough to feel a little ashamed and to not be able to completely cheat ourselves when we see the very greedy, the very racist, the very cowardly in action, and instinctively we judge them to be so different and worse than us."

It's Money That I Love