Money (That's What I Want) - Little Richard

You know, the landlord rang my front door bell

I let it ring for a long, long spell

I went to the window

I peeped through the blind

And asked him to tell me what was on his mind

He said

Money, honey, a-huh-huh

Money, honey

Money, honey

If you want to get along with me

Well, I screamed «Fella, what’s wrong with you?

From this day on our romance is through?»

I said «Tell me baby, that you played

How could another man take my place?»

She said