Miss Broadway - Belle Epoque

Well, I’m gonna get a job 'cause I need the bread

But somehow I know it’s gonna affect my head

Wanna buy fine dresses and a fancy car

So I better go out looking for my lucky star

Money buys

Money buys

Hey, Miss Broadway, you’re walking up and down

You got caught in the net by the underground

For fame and fortune you gave your body away

And you were forced into action the next day

Money buys

Money buys

If we’re all in together won’t you realize

If we want to break down we’d better compromize

Don’t let days of small kind get loose

By makin' him the offer he can’t refuse

Hey, Miss Broadway

Hey, Miss Broadway

Hey, Miss Broadway

Hey, Miss Broadway

Money buys

Money buys

Buy your ticket for a square yard in the sun

Buy your right of living far from a gun

Watch out 'cause if you make a wrong deal you’ll see how it feels

You may miss out on your next meal

Money buys

Money buys

Aha, I like it, aha, I like it

Aha, I like it, aha, I like it

Aha, I like it, aha, I like it

Aha, I like it, aha, I like it

Aha, I like it, aha, I like it

The gambler won’t get out before he’s lost it all

The junkie always knows where to call

Hey, Miss Broadway, is your lover’s money clean

You know what I mean?

Where is his connection with the underground scene?

So, so, so, money buys

Money buys