Money Talks - Deep Purple

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 kind of 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 goes to money

Yes it always returns

Finds its way back to the big house

Where it lives all alone

Wraithlike silent partners

Operators of the system

Give words of quiet assurance

To an otherwise healthy victim

It’s all coming back to me

I would swing in the trees

And I’d swim in the ocean

I used to show some emotion

I was not to blame

I feel no shame

The structure was shaking

Was there for the taking

I had the resources

But then, oh no

Someone outbid me

I can’t take it with me?

Then I will devour it

I can’t go without it

It’s simply a question of

Market forces