Money

Don't want no lovin'

Don't want no kissin'

Don't want no gal to call me honey

Don't want my name in the Hall of Fame

Just want a big fat pile of money

Give me that almighty dollar for that lettuce, hear me holler

Give me buckets full of ducats, let me walk around and waller

In mazuma, el dinero, wanna be a millionairo

Give me money, money, money, money, money

I want that green ammunition

That's the stuff for which I'm wishin'

Fill my closets with deposits, I'm a demon at addition

Give me shekels, give me pesos, let me see their smilin' faces

Money, money, money, money, money

I wanna get me a suit that's made outta loot

And whistle to wearin' the green

I've got that monetary-itis, like to be just like King Midas

Want that golden touch is what I mean

Give me that old double eagle, want that tender that is legal

And financially, substantially, any sum I can inveigle

Wanna live in regal splendor with that lovin' legal tender

Give me money, money, money, money, money

Hey Mel, here comes that Brinks armored truck again

I'm a greenback collector, I'm a paper bill inspector

I'm a savage for that cabbage, man, to me it's golden nectar

Pour that filthy lucre on me, spread those lovin' germs upon me

Give me money, money, money, money, money

Just let me roll 'round upon it, stuff those bank rags in my bonnet

Any kind, just so some president has got his picture on it

Let me feel it, let me hold it, let me sit there and fold it

Give me money, money, money

I want a carload of cash, the kind I can stash

A vat full of vo-doe-dee-oh-doe

You know, your banker never lets it matter whereabouts you gets it

Has you got it, boy, that's all he wants to know

Give me treasure I can measure 'cause that's my idea of pleasure

Give me wampum, geld, or guineas, let me count it at my leisure

Let me live in regal splendor with that lovin' legal tender

Give me money, money, money, money

And if they ever plant trees of E pluribus unum