Give, Give, Give Me More, More, More

Well I hope I make more money than this in the next world
I hope there's a lot more riches there for me
I'd like my trousers pressed and my shoes shined up by a rich girl
Who's only care in the world is me

But are these all the brains I'm entitled to have?
Don't try to make me happy, when I'm happy feeling bad
I've got no manners nor a hand to shake
Why should I tell the truth when it's easier to fake

So give, give, give me more,more, more
I'd like it all

Give, give, give me more,more, more
I'd like it all

Is the bank big enough?
Coming ready or not to the next world
I hope there's a whole lot more in it there for me
I'd like my friends to be rich and
I'll never do a stitch In the next world
And my only care in the world is me

But are these are the brings I'm entitled to have?
Don't try to make me happy, when I'm happy feeling bad
I've got no manners and a hand to shake
Why should I tell the truth when it's easier to fake

Just give, give, give, me more, more, more
I'd like it all
Give, give, give, me more, more, more
I'd like it all

Is your bank big enough
Coming ready or not to the next world

Is the bank big enough?
Coming ready or not to the next world

Oh, Is your bank big enough?
Coming ready or not to the next world

Is the bank big enough?
Coming ready or not to the next world

Just give, give, give, me, more,more, more
I'd like it all

Give, give, give, me more,more, more
I'd like it all

Give, give, give, me more,more, more
I'd like it all

Give, give, give, it all, all, all
I'd like some more



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Richard Gilks, Miles Stephen Hunt, Malcolm Roy Treece, Robert Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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