Tune me into the wild side of life,
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife,
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died,
Show me the court rooms where the judges have lied.
Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine,
Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines,
Look in the mirror and stare at myself,
And wonder if that's really me on the shelf.
And each day I learn just a little bit more,
I don't know why but I do know what for,
If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon,
The song's got no title just words and a tune.
Take me down alleys where the murders are done,
In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun,
Want to read books in the studys of men,
Born on the breeze and die on the wind.
If I was an artist who paints with his eyes,
I'd study my subject and silently cry.
Cry for the darkenss to come down on me,
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel.(words & music by J. Stone)
You know, the landlord rang my front door bell.
I let it ring for a long, long spell.
I went to the window,
I peeped through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what's on his mind.
He said,
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey, if you want to get along with me.
Well, I screamed and I hollered,
I was so hard-pressed.
I called the woman that I loved the best.
I finally got my baby about half past three,
She said I'd like to know what you want with me.
I said,
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.
Well, I said tell me baby, what's wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through
I said, tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
She said,
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get a long with me.
Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know
The sun may shine and the winds may blow.
The women may come and the women may go,
But before I say I love you so,
I want
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.