Money, Money

My baby, gives me

The finance blues

Tax me to the limit

Of my revenues



Here she comes finger-poppin'

Clickety-click

She says, furs or diamonds

You take your pick



She wants money

What she wants?

She wants money

What she wants?



She wants money

What she wants?

She wants money

What she wants?



Money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money

Money, money, money



And she say, money, honey

I'd rob a bank

I just load my gun

And mosey down to the bank



Knockin' off my neighborhood

Savings and load

To keep my sweet Chiquita

In ea u de cologne



She wants money

What she wants?

She wants money

What she wants?



She wants money

What she wants?

She wants money

What she wants?



Money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money

Money, money, money



Mama don't send me down

To rob that bank again

I got a notion that

You're leadin' me to sin



Won't you relax

Won't you lay way back

Don't you bug

Your honey 'bout no Cadillac



It's only bucks

You don't need no jack

So, won't you please

Relax and lay way back



My baby's lovin'

Gives me such a thrill

It gives me inspiration

Makin' counterfeit bills



Now, some folks say

The best things in life are free

I sure don't get no love

And livin' honestly



She wants money

What she wants?

She wants money

What she wants?



She wants money

What she wants?

She wants money

What she wants?



Money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money

Money, money, money



Lord made a lady

Out of Adam's rib

Next thing you know

You got women's lib



Lovely to look upon

Heaven to touch

It's a real shame

They got to cost so much



She wants money

What she wants?

She wants money

What she wants?



She wants money

What she wants?

She wants money

What she wants?



Money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money

Money, money, money



Money, money

Money, money, money

Money, money

Money, money, money