James Taylor — Money Machine

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 bales of precious money Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money Money money machine 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 You take 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 Oh, General Motors and IBM AFL-CIO and all the King's Men When I began the game See me singing about the 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 baby from that money machine Sitting on top, on top of the world Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money Ha ha ha Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money (Money) Give me that dough (Money, money, money) Give me that dough (Money, money, money) Give me that dough (Money, money, money) Give me that dough (Money, money, money) 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 please Sitting on top, on top of the goddam world I need a strong hit from that money machine baby Sitting on top, on top of the world Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money From that money machine Yeah yeah Ha ha ha yeah La la la la