Your admirers in the street Got to hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers Well, I argued with the judge But the bastard wouldn't budge 'Cause they caught me licking fudge 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 could take the money home Sit around the family throne My old dog could chew his bone For two weeks we could appease the Almighty ♪ Easy money ♪ Your admirers in the street Got to hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers Got no 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