MONEY, HONEY
As recorded by Clyde McPhatter and the Drifters, 1953.

You know the landlord rang my front-door bell.
I let it ring for a long, long spell.
I went to the window and peeked(?) through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what was on his mind.

He said: "Money, honey.
Yes, money, honey.
Mm-hm, money honey,
If you want to stay here with me."

I was … and so hard-pressed,
I called the woman that I loved best.
I fin'ly got my baby 'bout half-past three.
She said: "I'd like to know what you want with me."

I said: "Money, honey.
Ahh, money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me."

She screamed and said: "What's wrong with you?
From this day on, our romance is through."
I said: "Tell me, baby, face to face,
How could another man take my place?"

She said: "Money, honey.
Mm-hm, money, honey.
Oh, money, honey,
If you want to get along with me."

Now I've learned my lesson and now I know:
The sun may shine and the winds may blow.
Women may come and women may go,
But before I say I love 'em so,

I want money, honey.
Ooh, money, honey.
Oh, money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.

(If you want to get along) oh, it may sound funny,
(If you want to get along) but I ain't jivin' you, honey,
(If you want to get along) you gotta give up some money,
If you want to get along with me.