Your admirers on the street
  Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
  In the heat from your physique
  As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
  
  And I thought my heart would break
  When you doubled up at the stake
  With your fingers all a-shake
  You could never tell a winner from a snake
  but you always make money
  
  Easy money
  
  With your figure and your face
  Strutting out at every race
  Throw a glass around the place
  Show the colour of your crimson suspenders
  
  We would take the money home
  Sit around the family throne
  My old dog could chew his bone
  For two weeks we could appease the Almighty
  
  Easy money
  
  Got no truck with the la-di-da
  Keep my bread in an old fruit jar
  Drive you out in a motor-car
  Getting fat on your lucky star just making
  
  Easy money.