Jamie T- If you Got The Money with lyrics (Acoustic)

Описание: jamie t playing if you got the money :)

lyrics:
If you've got the money
I think it would be funny ah ohoh
To take your girl,
spend a bit of your cash for me!

'Cause then she might be happy
No longer lonely oh oh oh
And I could take her out the next day
for pretty much free!

An' all the boys they go hear them scream
Da-dee-doo-da-da-dee-da-doo-dah
Dom-dom-de-de-dom-dom
Dom-da-dee-doo-da-da-dom
Da-dee-doo-da-dee-da-doo-dah
Dom-dom-de-de-dom-dom
Dom-da-dee-doo-da-da-dom

I spend late nights trying to pick up love off the floor,
where the other brothers leave it be
Though it's stuck down hard
it's like chewing gum
While a girl on the floor singing R.I.P.
'Cause the song birds
don't do singing on pavements
No sweet melody the sound of spit
Spat, or bit, spoke of lost hopes
So do what you're told man choke on it

We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high,
thinking of the girl lost second
Check the odds,
was it worth the cost?

Do you give a toss?
Or are you, looking away?
Wondering why you can't eat?
Why you never sleep?
Drunk all the time?
Cold in the heat?
Cz what you sow man is what you reap

If you've got the money-money-money-oh
I think it would be funny ah
To take your girl
and spend a bit of your cash for me!

'Cause then she might be happy
No longer lonely ah oh oh
An' I could take her out the next day
for pretty much free!

You were always meant to walk out that job
You keep stopping
Should tell your girl more often
That loving is all about doors unlocking
Now you're certain nuff near a man free
With a buddy holly hiccup on a karaoke
Tweedle on the needle,
man you adjust the thread
My great granddaddy fought in Gallipoli
He's the only of his friends not shot down dead

Lovers all talk in the spits and tongues
Fight in the playground
Bully each other
Double dare kids that pollute their lungs
Threaten with the rep of their big boy brother
Some of us stay, want to run away
Momma still wants you home for supper
Work all day for little to no pay,
Dance up-town right down to the gutter

With the dee-dom dom-dee
Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee
So move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee

So move out of the way ma-an
Move out of the way ma-a-a-an,
move outta the way man,
Well if you got money.