King Crimson Easy Money Lyrics

Your admirers on the street
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by mocassin sneakers

well I argued with the Judge
but the bastard wouldn't budge
cus they can't be leakin much
and they never told me once
you were a minor

Easy Money

With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place Show the colour of your crimson suspenders

We would take the money homeSit around the family throne
My old dog could chew his bone
For two weeks we could appease the Almighty

Easy Money

Got to truck with the la-di-da
Keep my bread in an old fruit jar
Drive you out in a motor-car
Getting fat on your lucky star just making

Easy Money

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