Money Money

Music By Bob Weir
Words By John Perry Barlow

Released June 1974

My baby gives me the finance blues Tax me to the limit of my revenues Here she come finger popping clickety click She says "furs or diamonds, you can 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 She says "Money, honey", I'd rob a bank I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank Knocking off my neighbourhood savings and loan To keep my sweet chiquita in eau 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 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 I sure don't get no loving living 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

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