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The Supremes

Fancy Passes Lyrics - The Supremes

(R. Miller/W. O'Malley/A. Vandenberg) 

 

Money isn't everything 

As anyone who's rich 

It can buy pain and misery 

Or grief 

 

Though money isn't everything 

I have a pauper's itch 

So though I crave a brave 

Yes 

I'll take the chief! 

 

He bought me a cat 

Siamese, imagine that 

He keeps making 

Fancy passes at me 

All those fine and fancy passes 

 

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Oh joy, now I've got 

Sixty feet of brand new yacht 

He keeps making 

Fancy passes at me 

All those fine and fancy passes 

 

He owns New York or Spain 

But I don't know which 

He got fat in Uptown Manhattan 

Poor Cinderella's got her a fella who's rich 

Every penny, he's worth a plenty 

 

He owns United Airlines 

That as well? 

He owns receding hairlines 

Oh, well! 

He's not so hip 

Or smart as a whip 

But healthy, wise and wealthy 

 

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He bought me a summer place 

Somewhere out in outer space 

He keeps making 

Fancy passes at me 

 

What a man you've got, Diane 

Did he buy you a mink? 

Mmmm.Passion pink 

And a Cadi too? 

Mmmm, Baby blue 

You're speaking of? 

My baby love! 

Your Romeo? 

My Daddy Dough! 

I love him a lot 

How much has he got? 

 

He's got a plot of ground 

He found over oil 

Oh, my how chic we are 

He bought New Jersey 

So he could call me his girl 

Oh, man, a feat we are! 

 

Chocolate excites my tummy 

Ooh 

He bought me a firm called Yummy 

So 

He's one of those gents 

With good bizness cents 

And quarters, half's and dollars 

 

Ding, dong, ain't it swell 

They just delivered the liberty bell 

How sad all those Philadelphians will be 

 

I'll get half of what he owns 

To keep up with Mrs. L. B. Jones 

And if he keeps making fancy passes 

I'll start holding evening classes 

 

I'll give him sugar and molasses 

And the life, I live 

I'll live luxuriously 

From those late and evening classes 

That sugar and molasses 

Those fine and fancy passes at me 

Oooweee 

My honey 

Yeah! 

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