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Hey, Miss Broadway, you're walking up and down
You got caught in the next by the underground
For fame and fortune you gave your body away
And you were forced into action the next day
Money buys
Money buys
If we're all in together won't you realize
If we want to break down we'd better compromise
Don't let days of small kind get loose
By makin' him the offer he can't refuse
Buy your ticket for a square yard in the sun
Buy your right of living far from a gun
Watch out 'cause if you make a wrong deal you'll see how it feels
You may miss out on your next meal
Hey, Miss Broadway
Hey, Miss Broadway
Hey, Miss Broadway
Hey, Miss Broadway
Money buys
Money buys
The gambler won't get out before he's lost it all
The junkie always knows where to call
Hey, Miss Broadway, is your lover's money clean
You know what I mean?
Where is his connection with the underground scene?
So, so, so, money buys
Money buys
Aha, I like it, aha, I like it
Aha, I like it, aha, I like it
Aha, I like it, aha, I like it
Aha, I like it, aha, I like it
Eh, you see something you want?
Well, why don't you come over here? Come on
If you got any money
Why don't you let me see?
WRITERS
Albert Weyman, Evelyne Lenton
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © CLAUDE CARRERE EDITIONS
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