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