Oh money, oh money, oh where have you gone? I need me some money to have me some fun. Gonna pick up my guitar and write me some hits, build me some houses
This land is a lovely green, it reminds me of my own home. Such children I've seldom seen, even in my own home. The sky is so bright and clean, just
I remember Richard Nixon back in '74 and the final scene at the White House door and the staff lined up to say good-bye, tiny tear in his shifty little
Gotta watchdog watching me, doggy, watching me packing my bags. He knows I'm leaving town, I can see that it's a drag. Why leave the life I love here
We were walking in paradise, never did notice. Blind in the Buddha land, looking for solace. We had been told of a place, far beyond this vale of tears
So much for your moment of prayer, God's not at home there is no there, there. Lost in the stars, that's what you are, left here on your own. You can
Gee it's great after staying out late, walking my baby back home. Arm in arm, over meadow and farm, walking my baby back home. We go on harmonizing
Yellow and rose, yellow and rose, yellow and rose. Oh boy, Botany Bay, watching the water go by. Here's your home so far away, here is a tear for your