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​Money Money

This song is by Grateful Dead and appears on the album Grateful Dead From The Mars Hotel (1974) and on the compilation album Beyond Description (1973-1989) (2004).

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 neighborhood 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 'bout 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

Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money