Letras
Well, it's good to be cashed up now and then
But there are times when I think I was happier when
I was so broke but I didn't care
We used to joke about going nowhere
I could survive on a string
It can be a curse
It can bring out your worst
I said money won't make you happy
But it sure don't make you sad
No, no, no
Too many people 'round here think they've got it made
Over-fed, over-rated and over-paid
Behavin' like slaves to their own greed
Obsessed by materials that they don't need
I used to survive on a string
It can be a curse
It can bring out your worst
I said money won't make you happy
But it sure don't make you sad
No, no, no
I had a nice surprise in the post the other day
To help me with some dues I had to pay
With that Yuletide season comin' up soon
It's got me singin' a happier tune
I'm singin' White Christmas right along with Bing
It can be a curse
It can bring out your worst
I said money won't make you happy
But it sure don't make you sad
No, no, no
Don't make you sad
No, no, no
Don't make you sad
No, no, no
Don't make you sad
No, no, no
Don't make you sad
No, no, no