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Grateful Dead - Money, Money Lyrics

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  • My baby gives me the finance blues, tax me to the limit of my revenues.
  • Here she comes finger-poppin, clickety-click
  • She says furs or diamonds, you 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 say, money, honey, Id rob a bank,
  • I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank.
  • Knockin off my neighborhood savings and load,
  • To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne.
  • She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
  • Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
  • Mama dont send me down to rob that bank again,
  • I got a notion that your leadin me to sin.
  • Wont you relax, wont you lay way back,
  • Dont you bug your honey bout no cadillac.
  • Its only bucks, you dont need no jack.
  • So wont you please relax and lay way back.
  • My babys lovin gives me such a thrill;
  • It gives me inspiration makin counterfeit bills.
  • Now some folks say the best things in life are free,
  • 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 adams rib, next thing you know, you got womens lib.
  • Lovely to look upon, heaven to touch;
  • Its a real shame that they got to cost so much.

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