Lyrics:

Gimme your body
Gimme your mind
Open your heart
Pull down the blind
Gimme your love, gimme it all
Gimme in the kitchen, gimme in the hall

Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake

Gimme the ready
Gimme the cash
Gimme a bullet
Gimme a smash
Gimme a silver, gimme a gold
Make it a million for when I get old

Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake

Money talks so listen to it
Money talks to me
Anyone can understand it
Money can't be beat oh no

When you get down, down to the root
Don't give a damn don't give a hoot
Still gotta keep making the loot
Chauffeur driven

Gotta make her quick as you can
Give her lovin' make you a man
Get her in the palm of your hand
Bread from heaven

Gimme a country
Where I can be free
Don't need the unions
Burry in me
Keep me in exile the rest of my days
Burn me in hell but as long as it pays

Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake

Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake