Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash
Steve Miller Band
앨범 : The Joker
> Your cash ain't nothing but trash (Take 1).
Here we go.
Yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy,
But I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now who's had more trouble, trials and tribulations.
One, two, three, hey
Yeah
It's alright
Look here
I was walking down the main track
One night
I met a fine chick
She was built just right
She stopped when I flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around and with a frown
She said this ain't no circus
And I don't need a clown
[Chorus]
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash [Repeat: x3]
And there ain't no need in your hangin' around
Just to make a hit with that chick
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
The man at the place he looked so strange
I had 900 bucks and some change
We disagreed
I tried to plead
Well, he said I ain't a chicken
And I don't need your feed
[Chorus]
Well, baby you're crawling way past your speed
I was walkin' into town in my white bucks
A man with a gun, he said hands up
I tried to get away but too slow
He got me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout
As he cut out
Well you ain't lost nothin'
What you cryin' about
[Chorus]
And he took my watch and I passed out
I woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station
Next stop
Judge swung his fist down
Plunk plunk
$20 fine cause you're drunk
Pick up the dough
And you can go
All I had was a buffalo
[Chorus]
But I'm sure gonna get me some more
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Written By CALHOUN, CHARLES E.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
> Your cash ain't nothing but trash (Take 1).
Here we go.
Yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy,
But I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now who's had more trouble, trials and tribulations.
One, two, three, hey
Yeah
It's alright
Look here
I was walking down the main track
One night
I met a fine chick
She was built just right
She stopped when I flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around and with a frown
She said this ain't no circus
And I don't need a clown
[Chorus]
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash [Repeat: x3]
And there ain't no need in your hangin' around
Just to make a hit with that chick
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
The man at the place he looked so strange
I had 900 bucks and some change
We disagreed
I tried to plead
Well, he said I ain't a chicken
And I don't need your feed
[Chorus]
Well, baby you're crawling way past your speed
I was walkin' into town in my white bucks
A man with a gun, he said hands up
I tried to get away but too slow
He got me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout
As he cut out
Well you ain't lost nothin'
What you cryin' about
[Chorus]
And he took my watch and I passed out
I woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station
Next stop
Judge swung his fist down
Plunk plunk
$20 fine cause you're drunk
Pick up the dough
And you can go
All I had was a buffalo
[Chorus]
But I'm sure gonna get me some more
-------------
Lyrics Powered by LyricFind
Written By CALHOUN, CHARLES E.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
> Your cash ain't nothing but trash (Take 1).
Here we go.
Yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy,
But I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now who's had more trouble, trials and tribulations.
One, two, three, hey
Yeah
It's alright
Look here
I was walking down the main track
One night
I met a fine chick
She was built just right
She stopped when I flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around and with a frown
She said this ain't no circus
And I don't need a clown
[Chorus]
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash [Repeat: x3]
And there ain't no need in your hangin' around
Just to make a hit with that chick
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick
The man at the place he looked so strange
I had 900 bucks and some change
We disagreed
I tried to plead
Well, he said I ain't a chicken
And I don't need your feed
[Chorus]
Well, baby you're crawling way past your speed
I was walkin' into town in my white bucks
A man with a gun, he said hands up
I tried to get away but too slow
He got me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout
As he cut out
Well you ain't lost nothin'
What you cryin' about
[Chorus]
And he took my watch and I passed out
I woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station
Next stop
Judge swung his fist down
Plunk plunk
$20 fine cause you're drunk
Pick up the dough
And you can go
All I had was a buffalo
[Chorus]
But I'm sure gonna get me some more
-------------
Lyrics Powered by LyricFind
Written By CALHOUN, CHARLES E.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.