Money

Tekst: Ellen Pels

I used to be so affluent
I was quite far from broke
I could pay for everything
Spending was a joke
A golden handshake here or there
Never gave me trouble
All the bills paid easily
I’d sometimes even tip them double

Honey, I’m out of pocket
Baby, I’ve got no dough
Making things run smoothly
Is not my status quo
Maybe I’ll go to Wall Street
And hope for a stroke of luck
Surely things will get better
So I can make a buck

Things in life are full of woe
For I’ve run out of savings
A lubricant like currency
Or property or earnings
Would make my life so beautiful
And cushiony and easy
I’m dreaming of the days to come
When bread will make things breezy

Honey, I’m out of pocket
Baby, I’ve got no dough
Making things run smoothly
Is not my status quo
Maybe I’ll go to Wall Street
And hope for a stroke of luck
Surely things will get better
So I can make a buck

My dignity
My well run life
With everything you took

It dissapered
When you ran off
With all my dosh you crook

Honey, I’m out of pocket
Baby, I’ve got no dough
Making things run smoothly
Is not my status quo
Maybe I’ll go to Wall Street
And hope for a stroke of luck
Surely things will get better
So I can make a buck