john wetton - easy money lyrics
your admirers on the street
gotta hoot and stamp their feet
in the heat from your physique
as you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
and i thought my heart would break [well i argued with
the judge]
when you doubled up at the stake [but the b-st-rd
wouldn’t budge]
with your fingers all a-shake
(’cause he caught me licking fudge)
you could never tell a winner from a snake
(and he never told me once you were a minor)
easy money
with your figure and your face
strutting out at every race
throw a gl-ss around the place
show the colour of your crimson suspenders
we would take the money home
sit around the family throne
my old dog could chew his bone
for two weeks we could appease the almighty
easy money
got no truck with the la-di-da
keep my bread in an old fruit jar
drive you out in a motor-car
getting fat on your lucky star just making
easy money
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