Money, Money, Money - Kevin Ayers

Nothing comes easy

You’ve got to put your money down

Never let your honey down

When she’s on your side

You want love, they want houses

Better dig in your trousers

Put your money where your mouth is

Pull out that cash, from your stash

And then, pay through the nose

Buying buttons and bows

And never-ending clothes

Keep your love in style…

Ooh, money, money, ooh, money, money

Where does it go?

Down in some bottomless ditch

Ooh, money, money, ooh money, money

Guess you all know--

Your money goes back to the rich, la ti da.

Your money goes back to the rich

There ain’t no way around it

You can’t joke, you can’t tease her

When she wants a new freezer

It’s a serious thing

And she knows you’ll pay double

To avoid any trouble;

She knows you can’t stand to squabble;

And you’re bound to give in.

So you pay, once again, through the nose

For a new quelque chose

And you throw in a rose

To give your love a thrill

Ooh, money, money, etc

You get moonlight in the evening

Sunshine by day;

That’s all you get for nothing

You want more?

Ooh, money, money, etc