Lyrics:

I've got a Maserati GT.
I got snakeskin upholstery.
I've got a charge account at Goldblatt's,
But I ain't got you.

I've got a closet full of clothes,
But no matter where it goes,
it keeps a ring through my nose,
But I ain't got you.

Got a tavern,
A liquor store.
I play the numbers,
yeah four-fourty-four.
I got a mojo,
Don't you know.
I'm all dressed up
With no place to go.

I got women to the left of me.
I got women to the right of me.
I got women all around me,
But I ain't got you.
No, I ain't got you.

I got women to the left of me.
I got women to the right of me.
I got women all around me,
But I ain't got you.
No, I ain't got you.
No, I ain't got you.