Money-Bunny

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