Money Money - Grateful Dead

My baby gives me the finance blues

Tax me to the limit of my revenues

Here she comes finger-popping, clickety-click

She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick

She wants money, what she wants

She wants money, what she wants

Money money, money money money

She say, «Money, honey», I’d rob a bank

I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank

Knocking off my neighborhood Savings and Loan

To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de Cologne

Mama don’t send me down to rob that bank again

I got a notion that you’re leading me to sin

Won’t you relax, won’t you lay way back

Don’t you bug your honey about no Cadillac

It’s only bucks, you don’t need no jack

So won’t you please relax and lay way back

My baby’s loving gives me such a thrill

It gives me inspiration making counterfeit bills

Now some folks say the best things in life are free

Lord made a lady out of Adam’s rib

Next thing you know, you got women’s lib

Lovely to look upon, Heaven to touch

It’s a real shame that they got to cost so much