Money

Lyrics Shared By: Jennifer

No I don’t love you
No, I don’t kiss you
No, I don’t want you to call me honey
Don’t want my name in the hall of fame

June Carter:

I want a big, fat pile of money

Now give me that almighty dollar
For that lettuce let me holler
Give me buckets full of duckets
Just let me walk around and wallow
In mezuma el dinera
I want to be a millionaira
Give me money money money money money

I want that green ammunition
That’s the stuff for which I’m wishing
Fill my closets with deposits
I’m a demon in addition
Give me sheckles, give me pesos
Let me see their smiling faces
Give me money money money money money

Want to get me a suit
That’s made entirely out of loot
I’m in whistles, wearing of the green
I got that monetary-itis
Want to be just like King Midas
I got the golden touch, honey
That’s what I mean

Give me that old double eagle
I want that tender that is legal
And financially, substantially
Any sum that I can inveigle
I want to live in regal splendor
With that loving, legal tender
Give me money money money, give me money

I’m a greenback collector
I’m a paper bill inspector
I’m a savage for that cabbage
Man, to me it’s golden nectar
Pour that filthy lucre on me form
Spread those germs upon me
Give me money money money money money

Just let me roll around upon it
Stuff those bank rags in my bonnet
Any kind just so long as a president has got his picture on it
Let me feel it, let me hold it
Just let me sit there and fold it
Give me money, money money, give me money

I want a carload of cash
The kind that I can stash
A bank full of vo-de-oh dough
You know a banker never lets it matter
Just where he gets it
Cause you got it, boy, that’s all I want to know

So give me treasure I can measure
For that’s my idea of pleasure
Give me whomping gelzageetahs
Let me count it at my leisure
Let me live in regal splendor
With that loving, legal tender
Give me money money money money money Give me some money, honey

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