You know, the landlord rang my front door bell—
I let it ring for a long, long spell—
I looked through the window, I peeked through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what was on his mind.
He said, «Money, honey!
Money, honey!
Money, honey,
If you wanna get along with me.»
I was cleaned and skinned and so hard-pressed—
I called the woman that I love the best—
I finally reached my baby ’bout a half past three—
She said, «I’d like to know what you want with me.»
I said, «Money, honey!
Money, honey!
Money, honey,
If you wanna get along with me.»
She screamed and said, «What’s wrong with you?
From this day on, our romance is through.»
I said, «Tell me, baby, face to face—
A-how could another man take my place?»
She said, «Money, honey!
Money, honey!
Money, honey,
If you wanna get along with me.»
Well, I learned my lesson and now I know—
The sun may shine and the wind may blow—
Women may come, and the women may go,
But before I say I love ’em so,
I want— money, honey!
Money, honey!
Money, honey,
If you wanna get along with me.
(If you wanna get along) Well, make some money
(If you wanna get along) Well, I ain’t jivin’ you, honey
(If you wanna get along) You better give up some money
If you wanna get along with me.