Lyrics:

Your Admirers On The Streetgotta Hoot And Stamp Their Feetin The Heat From Your Physiqueas You Twinkle By In Moccasin Sneakersand I Thought My Heart Would Breakwhen You Doubled Up At The Stakewith Your Fingers All A-Shakeyou Could Never Tell A Winner From A Snakebut You Always Make Money Easy Moneywith Your Figure And Your Facestrutting Out At Every Racethrow A Glass Around The Placeshow The Colour Of Your Crimson Suspenderswe Would Take The Money Homesit Around The Family Thronemy Old Dog Could Chew His Bonefor Two Weeks We Could Appease The Almighty Easy Moneygot No Truck With The La-Di-Dakeep My Bread In An Old Fruit Jardrive You Out In A Motor-Cargetting Fat On Your Lucky Star Just Making Easy Money.