Money, stole my lady

Fools, have a way, of making me crazy

Money, buy you freedom

Rules, have a way of making me lazy



And so we grow a little older

With another tale to tell

So we grow a little colder

With another tale to tell



Money, make you feel unhappy

Fools, have a way, of making me crazy



And so we grow a little older

With another tale to tell

So we grow a little colder

With another tale to tell



(c)1971 Tom Evans