Lyrics

Well I hope I make more money than this in the next world I hope there's a lot more riches there for me I'd like my trousers pressed and my shoes shined up by a rich girl Whose only care in the world is me But are these all the brains I'm entitled to have Don't try to make me happy when I'm happy feeling bad I've got no manners nor a hand to shake Why should I tell the truth when it's easier to fake Just give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Is the bank big enough? Coming ready or not to the next world I hope there's a lot more in it there for me (me me me me) I'd like my friends to be rich and I'll never do a stitch in the next world And my only care in the world is me But are these all the brains I'm entitled to have Don't try to make me happy when I'm happy feeling bad I've got no manners nor a hand to shake Why should I tell the truth when it's easier to fake So give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Is your bank big enough? Coming ready or not to the next world Is the bank big enough? Coming ready or not to the next world Oh is your bank big enough? Coming ready or not to the next world Is your bank big enough? Coming ready or not to the next world Just give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Give, give, give me more, more, more I'd like it all Give, give, give it all,all, all I'd like some more
Writer(s): Martin Richard Gilks, Miles Stephen Hunt, Malcolm Roy Treece, Robert Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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