Easy Money

Your admirers in the street
Got to hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers.

And I thought my heart would break
When you doubled up the stake
With your fingers all a-shake
You could never tell a winner from a snake.

Easy money.

With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place
Show the colour of your crimson suspenders.

We could take the money home
Sit around the family throne
My old dog could chew his bone
For two weeks we could appease the Almighty.

Easy money.

Your admirers in the street
Got to hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers.

Got no truck with the la-di-da
Keep my bread in an old fruit jar
Drive you out in a motor-car
Getting fat on your lucky star.

Just making easy money.