Well, baby, what I couldn't do
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
It's the root of all evil
Of strife and upheaval
But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny