Lyrics of
Man With Money

She wants a man with lots of money, and
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 and true?
When any fool would understand, she thinks
money makes a man.
#2.
She wants a man with lots of money, and
I'm a poor boy.
She wants the things you buy with money
and not a poor boy a man with money, a
man with money, a man with money.
#3.
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.
#4.
Then I'll be a man with lots of money and
not a poor boy.
I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey
and not a poor boy.
A man with money a man with money a man
with money a man with money a man with
money (Fade.)