With Plenty Of Money And You

Well, baby, what I couldn't do With plenty of money and you In spite of the worry that money brings Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things And I could take you to places that you would like to go But outside of that, I've no use for dough It's the root of all evil Of strife and upheaval But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny With plenty of money and you It's the root of all evil Of strife and upheaval But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny With plenty of money and you