Standard (EADGBE)
Nobodys got any money in the Summer,
Oh dear me, What a terrible drag
I couldnt get very much nummer than in Summer
Beseeching The Rent Man
To Be Soft as he can
Cos Ive got a little money coming when I sell my M.B.E
All the folkie student population wearing rucksacks
Taking my meal ticket over the seas
Half the blasted idiots are stuck in Yugoslavia
With hardly a Dina
And looking no cleaner
Than a Chinese wrestlers jockstrap cooked in chip fat on a greasy day
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Think What money can do for my tummy
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Think my tummy can do for my mind
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Think What a man can do for the world
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For the Stars and infinity
Has anybody got any money for the strummer?
I wont need much in my parasol shade
But I could have used a million quid a year ago last summer
To grace the Bahamas (With Al Stewart)
In see through pyjamas (With Al Stewart)
But never mind, Im worth two buns, a sherbet and a liquorish root
Nobodys got any money in the summer
Oh dear me, Stoned out my head in the park Id say
But nobody needs any money in the summer
Except of course for storing