Lyrics

She wants a man with lots of money, & I'm a poor boy He buys her things, she calls him honey, she calls me poor boy What good does it do to give her love good & true? When any fool would understand She thinks money makes a man She wants a man with lots of money, & I'm a poor boy She wants the things you buy with money & not a poor boy Man with money Man with money Man with money Just down the street, I know a place When they're 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 Man with money Man with money Man with money Man with money Man with money