Give Me Your Money Songtext / Lyric

Everyday you give me praise and compliments
And wish me the success in the world
I deserve, with all my talent
But what can I do with all these
Accolades in the end, tell me are you a friend?

’Cos if you are then
You’ll realise that despite all my lies I’m a man
Who needs all the food and the wine and the drugs
And time on his hands, so come along and
Put your money where your mouth is now
Be my cashcow

Give me some more, Give me your money
That’s what it’s for, Give me your money
Your troubadour, Give me your money
Got to get more, Hey hey hey hey hey

You ask me what I do apart from rock’n’roll
Must have a proper job
Nine to five, at my age should be responsible
You just don’t understand
That music ain’t a little game
And it’s not about fame

So anyway
Who are you to doubt me, me and my believes
Just because you’re stuck in a rut
Taking part in the rat race
I’ve got the solution for your
Frustration, yeah it’s easy
Give me your money