Your admirers on the street

Gotta 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 at the stake

With your fingers all a-shake

You could never tell a winner from a snake

but you always make money



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 would 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



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.