Money

I'm not the worrying kind
But you, you lose every time
You lose every nickel, dime, quarter, dollar
Five, ten, twenty
It's a crime that you don't have any money

I don't need much
Just a place I can lay my head
And a warm touch
I save every nickel, dime, quarter, dollar, five, ten, twenty
But I still can't seem to save any money

Once step away from the street
Barely got enough to eat
They're closing down the old 7-Eleven
Everybody's crying for pennies from heaven

Nickel, dime, quarter, dollar, five, ten, twenty
It's a crime that we don't have any
Oh, it's a crime that we don't have any money

No, we don't have any money baby
No I don't, no I don't need any money