Money Lyrics - David Byrne

Man say the love have money 

(Come on) 

So no matter what dem say 

It's the order of the DJ 

Adam said, "Eve, now listen to me 

Anything you want you can have 

So be a good girl, and let's make a deal 

Swimming pool and four car garage" 

"The world is your friend 

The door's opening 

Anything you want that you need" 

"Whoever you need, they're acting so sweet 

Money changes everything" 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

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Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

De one dollar bill dat a George Washington 

Two dollar dat a Thomas Jefferson 

Five dollar bill a Abraham Lincoln 

Ten dollar bill a Andrew Jackson 

Twenty dollar bill a Alexander Hamilton 

Big like giant or yah small like dwarf 

Small like dwarf or yah big like giant 

Fifty dollar bill, say dat a Ulyses Grant 

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Hundred dollar bill a Benjamin Franklin 

Out pon de street there is a lot of killing 

Fighting, fussing, blood is spilling 

All over the world, man they are grilling 

Out pon de street me have fi watch fi me head 

In a me pocket and I don't got no bread 

Buss up de copper and dem buss up de lead 

Each and every day dem find another man dead 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

I smell the smell going around 

I'm getting pounded in the ground 

With this funny money still cycling around 

You know the Euro 

Kicking Uncle Sam in the who know 

You know, deniro, the root of all evil 

Yeah, I know you can't stand it 

Being broker than the Ten Commandments 

And the broker ain't planned this 

Now they talkin' the Amero damn it 

When it come down to it 

Some can see right through it 

Chuck D, sorry that drink's not on me 

You can stick to it, just don't flip to it 

For the sake of money, superstar cars, 

You see hi-def on somebody's plasma TV 

Who go from rags to riches 

And spend their riches on rags 

Similar bags with designer name tags 

Be glad you got yourself cause they mad 

They fake, plus they making mad mistakes 

(They tell you your wise) 

You wait and see you can't replace that space 

And I bet money can't keep that smile on your face 

Everybody's nice to you now 

(Money) 

Dollars and sense 

(You mad at the money that you spent, uh) 

It's fun to do but is it allowed? 

(Sing) 

Poor girl in a house of correction 

You're sexy as hell 

But it won't pay the bills forever 

Bright lights and no information 

Your feet hit the ground 

When you lost what you found 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Money is the root of all evil 

Money, money, money, money 

Money, money, money 

Stay on top 

Make sure you make it 

Make sure that it don't make you 

That goes back old school 

As far as you can go back 

That's right, you make the money 

Make sure the money don't make you 

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