MUSIC ABOUT MONEY

Come on, come on, turn the radio on It’s Friday night and I won’t be long Gotta do my hair, I put my make up on It’s Friday night and I won’t be long Til I hit the dance floor [ . . . ]

She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money [ . . . ]

I ain’t got much money And I ain’t got much time But I sure got some trouble With this life of mine Behind with my payments Got the heat on my tail Police don’t believe me Put me in jail [ . . . ]

If I didn’t have a dime, And I didn’t take the time To play the jukebox Whoa, Saturday night would have been A sad and lonely night for me. And if you weren’t standing there Ruby lips and golden hair, [ . . . ]

Seems like everybody’s got a price I wonder how they sleep at night When the sale comes first And the truth comes second Just stop for a minute and smile Why is everybody so serious? Acting so damn mysterious Got [ . . . ]