Fistful of Cash Lyrics

Don't work so hard you're missin' the moment

Don't live for Saturday mornin'

Don't follow the bank

Stackin' pennies is the people's penance

But even the devil takes breaks from his bid'ness

For a cheat day

And if you're hopin' for the good times

Know when you got em

It's like 1929 pre-crash

And if you're feelin' shorted

When the chips are sorted

Won't you hold on to somethin' that lasts

Instead of a fistful of cash

It's a good thing that no one's listenin'

You don't want that kind of attention

While you're hedgin' your bets

Cut your lawn with an old blade spinner

Not cuz you need to, cuz you just like it better

While the sun sets

And if you're hopin' for the good times

Know when you got em

Don't trade em in a shuffle in a stack

And if you're feelin' shorted

When the chips are sorted

Won't you hold on to somethin' that lasts

Instead of a fistful of cash

And if you're hopin' for the good times

Know when you got em

It's like 1929 pre-crash

And if you're feelin' shorted

When the chips are sorted

Won't you hold on to somethin' that lasts

If you got credit spend it

If you got money lend it

Can't take it with you, you aint comin' back

Don't go bettin' on tomorrow

It will only end in sorrow

They're'll be breadlines on both sides of the track

Instead of a fistful of cash