Money (I Don't Wanna Hear It)

[Verse 1] My mate dreams of tarmac drives A four-door Ford and a five-day grind In a nice job with twenty days leave To sun himself pink on a Benidorm beach He's a rookie at the bookies so he's working for a tip Mistook a name from Cookie, now he's shootin' from the hip But Cookie's on the bottle, single-sided on the fix The pony comes last, he's reaching for his cigs He was low on cash, so the credit card is king The Foreman laid him off, he was begging for a win But the Devil on his shoulder said the Angel wasn't in Smiles signing on, now he's swinging for his sins and [Chorus] "Listen to me honey We need to talk about money" "I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it" "Listen to me honey We need to talk about money" [Verse 2] Well, he stares from the stairwell And he tears at his hair gel So cold and growing colder Wiser but none the older And he said "Everything is 10-4" "The view's much better from the 10th floor" So cold and growing colder Wiser but none the older [Chorus] "Listen to me honey We need to talk about money" "I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it" "Listen to me honey We need to talk about money" "I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna hear it" [Bridge] "I don't wanna hear it" ("I don't wanna hear it") (Oooh-oo-ooh) [Outro] "Now listen to me honey" "I don't wanna hear it"