Young Lust

I was reading about Jeffrey Archer the other day and the controversy over his prison diary when this verse came to mind. Actually, its just a bastardization of Young Lust as you can guess but I couldn't think of a catchy title so here goes:

Young Lust (Specially Rewritten For Lord Jeffrey Archer)

I am just a new boy
A stranger in this place
Where has all my cash gone
Who's gonna believe all my lies?

Chorus: Oooh, I need a loada money,
Oooh,I need a loada cash.

Will some publisher in this desert land,
Make me fel like a rich man?
Take this political refugee?
Ooh, cash, set me free.

Chorus
Guitar bit
Chorus

I wasn't sure how to corrupt the first two lines because Archer is no stranger to surviving by the skin of his teeth in a tense atmosphere but the rest is funny.