Chorus:
E
Well money cant buy love
B
But it can buy affection
A B E
I cant tell the difference anymore
E
Well I know it may sound sad
B
But girl whats really bad
A B E
When its all gone, youre headed for the door
Solo: E B A B E
B
Well my dollar bills are just like pills
A E
You get high on expensive thrills
B
Nothing I do can keep you satisfied
You whine about rough hands
A E
But youll never understand
B E
What its like workin 8 to 5
Chorus
One thing I think sure is funny
My whole weeks pay becomes your money
No cash, no sex, no goin out on the town
When my bank account is low
Our love sure cant grow
And it wont be long til your out runnin around
Well now go and try your hand
On a rockin one night stand
Youll soon find out thats all its gonna be
Thats to get her into bed
You gotta let her in your head
And youll be spending cash like its
Growin on a tree
Chorus
Solo: E B A B E
Chorus
Solo: E B A B E
