Robert owes half to Grenville Who in turn gave half to Larry Who adored my instrumentals And so he gave half to a foreign publisher ...
Robert owes half to Grenville Who in turn gave half to Larry Who adored my instrumentals And so he gave half to a foreign publisher She took half the money that was earned in some far distant land Gave back half to Larry and I end up with half of goodness knows what Oh can somebody explain why things go on this way I thought they were my friends I can't believe it's me, I can't believe that I'm so green Eyes down round and round let's all sit and watch the moneygoround Everyone take a little bit here and a little bit there Do they all deserve money from a song that they've never heard They don't know the tune and they don't know the words But they don't give a damn There's no end to it I'm in a pit and I'm stuck in it The money goes round and around and around And it comes out here when they've all taken their share I went to see a solicitor and my story was heard and the writs were served On the verge of a nervous breakdown I decided to fight right to the end But if I ever get my money I'll be too old and grey to spend it Oh, but life goes on and on and no one ever wins And time goes quickly by just like the moneygoround I only hope that I'll survive
writers: DAVIES, RAYMOND DOUGLAS
copyright: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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