Easy Money

Your admirers on the street

Gotta hoot and stamp their feet

In the heat from your physique

As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers

 

Well I argued with the judge

But the bastard wouldn't budge

'Cause he caught me licking fudge

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 glass 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.

Songtext: Palmer-James, Richard W.