Susan Lawrence
No Money
Susan Lawrence
We ain’t got no money, we do have lots of bills
We don’t have fancy groceries, but peanut butter fills
The bills are coming in so fast, the rent is overdue
The only letters we get are U.I.C and I.O.U.
We only go to the movies, on night’s when they’re half price
If we could buy a ticket, it might be kind of nice
We go to the bowling alley, to rent a pair of shoes
But they wont let us take them home, I ask you what’s the use
A man can’t get ahead today, without a lot of money
So home in front of the tv, is my ever-lovin’ honey
He doesn’t mind that the tv’s broke, he listens to the radio
And he pictures people on the screen, he imagines every show
We’ve been livin’ together, under what’s called common law
And though the welfare pays our rent, we’re livin’ with my ma
This is great for when I’m sick, my mother can get his beer
And roll him some more cigarettes, and wash his underwear
Ma and me are so happy, our feet don’t touch the ground
It seems like such a comfort, to have a man around
And though we have no riches, we still have happiness
And to keep us women busy, he let’s us clean his mess
Yeah the days don’t seem so long because, he let’s us clean his mess
Susan Lawrence
We ain’t got no money, we do have lots of bills
We don’t have fancy groceries, but peanut butter fills
The bills are coming in so fast, the rent is overdue
The only letters we get are U.I.C and I.O.U.
We only go to the movies, on night’s when they’re half price
If we could buy a ticket, it might be kind of nice
We go to the bowling alley, to rent a pair of shoes
But they wont let us take them home, I ask you what’s the use
A man can’t get ahead today, without a lot of money
So home in front of the tv, is my ever-lovin’ honey
He doesn’t mind that the tv’s broke, he listens to the radio
And he pictures people on the screen, he imagines every show
We’ve been livin’ together, under what’s called common law
And though the welfare pays our rent, we’re livin’ with my ma
This is great for when I’m sick, my mother can get his beer
And roll him some more cigarettes, and wash his underwear
Ma and me are so happy, our feet don’t touch the ground
It seems like such a comfort, to have a man around
And though we have no riches, we still have happiness
And to keep us women busy, he let’s us clean his mess
Yeah the days don’t seem so long because, he let’s us clean his mess