Sold to the Highest Bidder - The Electric Prunes

Going, going, going, going

Gone

She ain’t hard to recognize

Dollar signs are in her eyes

Diamond buckles on her little shoes

My poor heart is feelin' sad

To know that once she could be had

If I’d had the price to pay her dues

Sold, sold, sold to the highest bidder

Sold, sold, sold to the gold and glitter

Going, going, going, going

Gone

See the mansion on the hill

The brand new shiny Coupe de Ville

Bought and paid for by the upper classes

The price is going up, up, up

In searchin' for a bigger cup

Her greedy little heart has lost it’s glasses

Once upon a long, long time

She clung to this heart of mine

Simple pleasure was her only need

Then a seed of discontent

For her old environment

Turned her gentle passion into greed

Sold, sold, sold to the highest bidder

Sold, sold, sold to the gold and glitter

Going, going, going, going

Going, going, going, going

Gone