Money de Badfinger

Money, stole my lady
Fools, have a way, of making me crazy
Money, buy you freedom
Rules, have a way of making me lazy

And so we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell

Money, make you feel unhappy
Fools, have a way, of making me crazy

And so we grow a little older
With another tale to tell
So we grow a little colder
With another tale to tell