Well, I'm gonna get a job 'cause I need the bread But somehow I know it's gonna affect my head Wanna buy fine dresses and a fancy car So I better go out looking for my lucky star
Money buys Money buys
Hey, Miss Broadway, you're walking up and down You got caught in the next by the underground For fame and fortune you gave your body away And you were forced into action the next day
Money buys Money buys
If we're all in together won't you realize If we want to break down we'd better compromize Don't let days of small kind get loose By makin' him the offer he can't refuse
Hey, Miss Broadway Hey, Miss Broadway Hey, Miss Broadway Hey, Miss Broadway
Money buys Money buys
Buy your ticket for a square yard in the sun Buy your right of living far from a gun Watch out 'cause if you make a wrong deal you'll see how it feels You may miss out on your next meal
Money buys Money buys
Aha, I like it, aha, I like it Aha, I like it, aha, I like it Aha, I like it, aha, I like it Aha, I like it, aha, I like it
Aha, I like it, aha, I like it
The gambler won't get out before he's lost it all The junkie always knows where to call Hey, Miss Broadway, is your lover's money clean You know what I mean? Where is his connection with the underground scene?