(Money Money Money Money Nothin But
Money)
I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M.
and I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M.
the street is black and shiny from the early
nightly rainin`
the glory of the light it brings evaporation
morning`s fresh oxygen cleanest
I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
I`m already wake so I`m not drinkin` coffee
don`t wanna cigarrette `cause it`s a form of slavery
walk into the store `cause I need a few items
the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
needa buy some food and some `poo for my dreads
can`t remember why but I need a spool of thread
Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer
he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter
I don`t have any change so I`m steppin` along
and as I`m walkin` past he sings to me a song...
(chorus)
There`s a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear
liza...(repeat)
The day is pickin` up cause I`m hummin` his song
the buses and the people all keep movin` along
to the shopkeeper I say was`sup?
and I`m thinkin` about the man who`s holdin` up the cup
I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
should I give it to the man`s the question in my brain
What`s gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
I don`t wanna pay for anotha brotha`s wine
What`s gonna happen if I give the man a quarter?
will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
what`s gonna happen if I give the man a nickel
will he buy some food or some pork that`s been pickled?
I`m not responsible for the man`s depression
how can I find compassion in the midst of recession?
How come all these questions keep fuckin` with my head
and I still can`t rememba why I need a spool of thread.
(chorus)
He`s starin` in my eyes just as I`m walkin` past
I`m tryin to avoid him cause I know he`s gonna ask
me about the coinage that is in my pocket
But I don`t know if I should put it in his bucket
walk right past him to think about it more
back at the crib I`m openin` up the door
a pocketful of change it don`t mean alot to me
my cup is half full but his is empty
I put back on my cap and I start headin` back
I reach into my pocket and I have a heart attack
well as I`m diggin` deep I scream oh no!
there`s nothin` in the pocket but a great big hole
While I was busy thinkin` if he would buy smack
the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks
no one has the change and it`s fuckin` up my head
But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!
(chorus)
