Lyrics

Oh baby, what I couldn't do With plenty of money and you In spite of the worry that money brings Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of thing And I could take you to places you'd like to go But outside of that, I've no use for dough It's the root of all evil Of strife and upheaval But I'm certain honey, that life would be sunny With plenty of money and you Yes, yeah, all browned-skin baby What I couldn't do With the pocket full of money and you, yeah In spite of the worry money brings, yeah Just a little filthy looker buys a whole lot of thing I could take you to places that you would like to go Outside of that browned-skin I've got no use for dough It's the root of all evil Of strife and upheaval But I'm certain browned-skin, I've got you under my skin With the pocket full of money and you Double up there Charlie, yeah Oh baby, what I couldn't do With plenty of money and you In spite of the worry that money brings Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of thing And I could take you to places you'd like to go But outside of that, I've no use for dough It's the root of all evil Of strife and upheaval But I'm certain honey, that life would be sunny Sunny, honey, money and you, yeah
Writer(s): Harry Warren, Al Dubin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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