I have never envied folks with money
Millionaires don't get along so well.
I have you, but haven't any money,
Still the combination would be swell.
Oh, baby what I couldn't do
With plenty of money and you
In spite of the worry that money brings
Just a little filthy lucre buys a lot of things.
I could take you places you'd like to go,
But outside of that I've no use for dough,
It's the root of all evil, of strife and upheaval,
But I'm certain honey that life could be sunny,
With plenty of money and you.