Testo di 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 me 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 seven 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