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"