It's Only Money - Cliff Richard, The David MacKay Orchestra

When you shake the hand of friendship

You begin to understand, why there’s nothing like

a friendly hand.

Once you had a cup of kindness, once somebody touches you

You’ll appriciate there ain’t no better brew

Cause at it’s best the rest of life is no more

than a game, the rules may sometimes differ

but the game remains the same

It’s only money, it wont make the grass grow

It’s only money, it wont make the wind blow

It’s only money, it wont make the sunshine

It’s only money, it wont make you feel fine

It’s only bread, don’t let it go to your head

See a man of wealth and power

Notice how his stomach turns

Look a little closer, see the way it also burns

Look at all the lonely people, makes you wonder

where it’s at, no one know their names or where they

hang their hats.

Ah, it’s just a race of traces of humanity at last

And no one is making changes, cause they are too scared

of the cost.

It’s only money, it wont make the grass grow

It’s only money, it wont make the wind blow

It’s only money, it wont make the sunshine

It’s only money, it wont make you feel fine

It’s only bread, don’t let it go to your head

Money money, it wont make the grass grow

It’s only money, it wont make the wind blow

It’s only money, it wont make the sunshine

It’s only money, it wont make you feel fine

It’s only bread, don’t let it go to your head