And I could take you to places that you would like to go
Of strife and upheaval
It's the root of all evil
Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things
In spite of the worry that money brings
But outside of that, I've no use for dough
It's the root of all evil
But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny
Of strife and upheaval
With plenty of money and you
But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny