Letras
Yes, siree, Mr. Jones, you've been making a mint on Wall Street
I can see, Mr. Jones, you'll be driving your own Rolls-Royce
Can it be, Mr. Jones, with the ticker and tape of Wall Street?
Are you drowning the beat of your heart in your secret voice?
You haven't played ball with Billy Boy for ages now
He's gonna grow up before you turn around
You haven't sat down with Peggy Jane to dry her tears
The passing years hardly make a sound
The very last time you brought roses to your wife, Mr. Jones
Was the last time there was meaning in your life
People say, Mr. Jones, you're as smart as
They come on Wall Street (On Wall Street)
By the way, Mr. Jones, does it hurt when your tax is due?
And someday, Mr. Jones, when they carry
You out of Wall Street (Out of Wall Street)
What a shame that you can't take your money along with you
You haven't played ball with Billy Boy for ages now
He's gonna grow up before you turn around
You haven't sat down with Peggy Jane to dry her tears
The passing years hardly make a sound
The very last time you brought roses to your wife, Mr. Jones
Was the last time there was meaning in your life
You haven't played ball with Billy Boy for ages now
He's gonna grow up before you turn around