Made Of Money Lyrics - Adam And The Ants

You think that I'm made of money 

You've got something coming honey 

Ain't no land of milk and honey 

My accountant thinks that's funny 

Instead of trying to use your brains 

You sit round and suck my veins 

Your kind of rat belongs in drains 

You're gonna beg around 

You're gonna beg around 

You like all those big fancy cars 

Trendy people and their wine bars 

But your lying will leave it's scars 

Get around, get on your horse 

Instead of trying to use your brains 

You sit 'round and suck my veins 

Your kind of rat belongs in drains 

You're gonna get around 

You're gonna get around 

Instead of trying to use your brains 

You sit round and suck my veins 

Your kind of rat belongs in drains 

You're gonna get around 

You're gonna get around 

You think that I'm made of reddies 

That makes me choke on my shreddies 

I may smile and act so sunny 

But this boy is not your dummy 

Instead of trying to use your brains 

You sit round and suck my veins 

Your kind of rat belongs in drains 

You're gonna get around 

You're gonna get around 

Marriages are made in heaven 

So what the hell happened to mine? 

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