[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"
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