Easy Money lyrics
Song information
Artist: King Crimson Album: Larks' Tongues In Aspic
Lyrics
Your admirers on the street Gotta hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
Well I argued with the judge But that bastard wouldn't budge Cos' they caught me licking fudge And they never told me once you were a minor
Easy money
With your figure and your face Strutting out at every race Throw a glass around the place Show the colour of your crimson suspenders
We would take the money home Sit around the family throne My old dog could chew his bone For two weeks we could appease the almighty
Easy money
Your admirers on the street Gotta hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
Got no truck with the la-di-da Keep my bread in an old fruit jar Drive you out in a motor-car Getting fat on your lucky star
Just making easy money
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