Well baby what I couldn＇t do

With plenty of money and you

In spite of the worry that money brings

Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things

And I could take you to places

That you would like to go

But outside of that

I＇ve no use for dough

It＇s the root of all evil

Of strife and upheaval

But I＇m certain honey that life would be sunny

With plenty of money and you

It＇s the root of all evil

Of strife and upheaval

With plenty of money and you