Easy money
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
Easy money
In the heat from your physique
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
And I thought my heart would break
We would take the money home
Got no truck with the la-di-da
With your fingers all a-shake
Sit around the family throne
For two weeks we could appease the Almighty
Getting fat on your lucky star
When you doubled up at the stake
My old dog could chew his bone
Keep my bread in an old fruit jar
You could never tell a winner from a snake
Your admirers on the street
But you always make
Show the color of your crimson suspenders
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
Throw a glass around the place
Strutting out at every race
With your figure and your face
Drive you out in a motor-car
