Money, Money

[Verse 1] My baby gives me the finance blues Tax me to the limit of my revenues Here she comes finger-popping, clickety-click She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick [Bridge] She wants money, what she wants[x2] [Chorus] She wants money, what she wants[x2] Money money, money money money[x2] [Verse 2] She say, "Money, honey", I'd rob a bank I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank Knocking off my neighborhood Savings and Loan To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de Cologne [Chorus] [Verse 3] Mama don't send me down to rob that bank again I got a notion that you're leading me to sin Won't you relax, won't you lay way back Don't you bug your honey about 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 loving gives me such a thrill It gives me inspiration making counterfeit bills Now some folks say the best things in life are free [Chorus] [Verse 4] 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 that they got to cost so much