She wants a man with lots of money, & I'm a poor boy

He buys her things, she calls him honey, she calls me poor boy

What good does it do to give her love good & true?

When any fool would understand

She thinks money makes a man



She wants a man with lots of money, & I'm a poor boy

She wants the things you buy with money & not a poor boy

(title x3)



Just down the street, I know a place

When they're asleep, I'll cover my face

I'll break the lock, open the door

I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store



Then I'll be a man with lots of money & not a poor boy

I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey & not a poor boy

(title x5