Lyrics:

Today, I'm gonna send the papers
Tomorrow, gonna blow it off
Then I'm gonna show the neighbors
I've finally had enough
Of livin' on paper money
When the paper ain't thick enough
To pay the price of lovin' something
I just don't seem to love

Holly, would you be my merry-go-round?
In this hard, stone cold world
That's got my feet on the ground
And all the season taste bad in my mouth
And it's got me down
Holly, would you?

I haven't got time for wondering
Ain't making no time for hope
I've got to be doin' something
Instead of getting hooked on dope
Got me over the barrel
But, I feel like standing up
Life ain't always fair now, baby
Controlling your own luck

Holly, would you be my merry-go-round?
In this hard, stone cold world
That's got my feet on the ground
And all the season taste bad in my mouth
And it's got me down
Holly, would you?

Holly, would you try to keep my head on right?
Holly, would you fill my hungry appetite?
Oh, Holly, could I find the fruit and take a bite?
You've got to stand here in my corner as I win this fight


Ooh, livin' on paper money
When the paper ain't thick enough
To pay the price of lovin' something
I just don't seem to love

Holly, would you be my merry-go-round?
In this hard, stone cold world
It keeps my head on the ground
And all the season taste bad in my mouth
And it's got me down

Holly, would you? (Oh, ooh-ooh)
Holly, would you? (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ah) Holly, would you?
Holly, would you? Oh-oh-oh