My baby gives me the finance blues
Tax me to the limit of my revenues
Now here she come finger-popping clickety click
She says Furs or diamonds, you can take your pick
She wants money
She wants money
She wants money
She wants money
Money, money 
Money, money 
Now, she says Money, honey, I draw a blank
I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank
And knocking off my neighborhood savings and loan
To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne
She wants money
She wants money
She wants money
She wants money
Money, money 
Money, money 
Now, mama, dont send me down to rob that bank again
I got a notion youre leading me to sin
Wont you relax, wont you lay way back
Dont you bug your honey about no Cadillac
Its only bucks, you dont need no jack
So wont you please relax and lay way back
My babys lovin gives me such a thrill
It gives me inspiration making counterfeit bills
Now, some folks say the best things in life are free
I sure dont get no lovin living honestly
She wants money
She wants money
She wants money
She wants money
Woo, money, money 
Money, money 
Lord made a lady out of Adams rib
Next thing you know you got womens lib
Lovely to look upon, heaven to touch
Its a real shame they got to cost so much
She wants money
She wants money
She wants money
She wants money
Woo, money, money 
Money, money 
Money, money 
Money, money