Money Machine Lyrics - In The Pocket - James Taylor

When I was just a child 

My life was, oh, so simple 

And the ways of the great world 

Seemed strange and funny 

Then when I was a young man 

I learned of that machine 

That turns out all those bails of precious money 

Now you can measure you manhood by it 

You can get your children to try it 

You can bring your enemies to their knees 

With the possible exception of the north vietnamese 

It takes a strong hit from the money machine 

Sitting on top, on top of the world 

Strong hit from the money machine 

Sitting on top, on top of the world 

General motors and ibm 

Afl-cio and all the king's men 

When I began the game 

See me singing 'bout fire and rain 

Let me just say it again 

I've seen fives and I've seen tens 

It was a strong hit from the money machine 

Sitting on top, on top of the world 

Strong hit from the money machine 

Settle up top, on top of the world 

(money, money, money) 

(give me that dough) 

(mine, mine, mine) 

Been living in the lap of luxury too long 

Please, mr. dj, won't you play my song 

Maybe my baby will listen on the radio 

Come back home to me 

Help me spend my dough 

I need a strong hit from the money machine 

Sitting on top, on top of the goddamn world 

I need a strong hit from the money machine 

Strong hit from the money machine 

Sitting on top, on top of the world 

Money, money, money