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So hard to make money

So easy to spend

Fly by night lover

Fairweather friend

And it's dragging me down

Until I'm punching the floor

I got fifty six dollars

I need forty four more

Can't get no whiskey

Or strings for guitar

No money no petrol

No petrol no car

Now all these possessions

You ask what are they for?

I got forty six dollars

I need fifty four more

Oh mother oh father

Both died in their sleep

But the testament told me

All the things I could keep

I take of a mongrel

And what it leaves on the floor

I've got thirty six dollars

I need sixty four more

Gonna pawn my old guitar

Sell my liver and teeth

Donate my body to science

More like comic relief

And then I could declare

Just like never before

I got one hundred dollars

I need one thousand more