You Don't Need Money
Nobody's got any money in the Summer
Oh dear me, what a terrible drag
I couldn't get very much
Numb-er than in Summer
Beseeching the rent man to be soft as he can
'Cause I've got a little money coming
When I sell my MBE
All the folkie student
Population wearing rucksacks
Taking my meal ticket over the seas
And half the blasted idiots
Are stuck in Yugoslavia with hardly a Dinar
And looking no cleaner
Than a Chinese wrestler's jock-strap
Cooked in chip fat on a greasy day
And think what money could do for my tummy
And think what my tummy could do for my mind
And think what my mind could do for the world
For the stars and infinity
Has anybody got any money for this strummer?
I won't need much in the parasol shade
But I could have used a million
Quid a year ago last Summer
To grace the Bahamas in see-through pyjamas
But never mind I'm worth two buns, a sherbet
And a liquorice root oh rooty-toot-toot
Nobody's got any money in the Summer
Oh dear me, and if I was stoned out of
My mind in the park i'd say
That nobody needs any money in the Summer
Except, of course, for scoring
On a sunny day