MONEY TALKS
(Airey/Gillan/Glover/Morse/Paice)
I was young and healthy
Extremely wealthy
I swung in the trees
And did as I pleased
I thought I was rich
Oh yeah
Such sweet seduction
I could feel the suction
Greasing my palm
And doing no harm
Just making some deals
What a bitch
Money talks to me
Whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want
I had rising stock
So I got more pockets
I knew somewhere to stick it
Where no-one would nick it
I kinda went private
And then, aha
Such sweet seclusion
No more intrusion
Too much food on my plate
But there's guards at the gate
Such joy
I could almost die of it
Money talks to me
Lays it on the line
Gives me everything I want
Everything I want