Money-Bunny Lyrics

Johnny drove down to the racetrack, a pretty lady to his right

As the jag rolled down the freeway, she could see herself in white

Parked the car, looked in the mirror, his grey hair had gotten thin

While she was barely in her twenties, making cutbacks for the win

Don't you see what she is loving you for?

Aaahaa, it's the money, it's your money

Aaahaa, it's the money, it's your money

Aaahaa, always money, all the money

She's after yours man, she's just a money-bunny

A hundred grand on zenyatta, johnny lights up a cigar

Yes, she's got herself a winner, it's all champagne and caviar

The bahamas in the summer, her own butler called clive

Do some shopping with her new friends down on rodeo drive

Can't you see what she is loving you for?

Aaahaa, it's the money, it's your money

Aaahaa, it's the money, it's your money

Aaahaa, always money, all the money

She's after yours man, she's just a money-bunny

Johnny's jet is off to vegas, he just loves to roll the dice

His credit card will keep her busy, she doesn't think about it twice

Envious eyes are upon him as he parades his trophy-wife

One more dinner, one more party, now this is what she calls the life

Everybody loves to be near johnny, he's always as good as gold

Not very handsome, but oh so loaded, a friendship can be bought or sold

Dancing under Johnny's cash umbrella, hug and kiss, pretend to care

Hanging on his coattail, they are sucking up to get their share

In his mansion all alone now, as she dances through the night

She has taken all she wants noe, and she is well within her rights

He's never broke, but now he's broken, and where's a friend when you need one

Johnny finishes his bourbon and reaches out to grab his gun

Aaahaa, it's the money, it's your money

Aaahaa, it's the money, it's your money

Aaahaa, always money, all the money

She's after yours man, she's just a money-bunny