She wants a man with lots of money,

not a poor boy,

He buys her things she calls him honey,

she calls me poor boy,

What good could it do,

to give a love pure and true,

when any fool could understand,

she thinks that money makes the man,



She wants a man with lots of money,

not a poor boy,

She wants the things she'll buy with money,

not a poor boy,

a man with money,man with money,man with money,



Just down thwe street,

I know a place

When there asleep,

I'll cover my face,

I'll break the lock,open the door,

I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store,



Then I'll be a man with lots of money,

not a poor boy,

I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey,

not a poor boy,

A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money