Fancy Passes Lyrics

Money isn't everything, ask anyone who's rich

It can buy pain and misery or grief

Though money isn't everything

I have a pauper's itch, so though I crave a brave

Yes, I'll take the chief!

He bought me a cat, Siamese, imagine that

He keeps making, fancy passes at me

All those fine and fancy passes

Oh joy, now I've got sixty feet of brand new yacht

He keeps making fancy passes at me

All those fine and fancy passes

He owns New York or Spain but I don't know which

He got fat in Uptown Manhattan

Poor Cinderella's got her a fella who's rich

Every penny, he's worth a plenty

He owns United Airlines, that as well?

He owns receding hairlines, oh, well

He's not so hip or smart as a whip

But healthy, wise and wealthy

He bought me a summer place

Somewhere out in outer space

He keeps making fancy passes at me

What a man you've got, Diane

Did he buy you a mink? Passion pink

And a Cadi too? Baby blue

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Your Romeo? My Daddy Dough

I love him a lot, how much has he got?

He's got a plot of ground, he found over oil

Oh, my how chic we are

He bought New Jersey

So he could call me his girl

Oh, man, a feat we are

Chocolate excites my tummy

He bought me a firm called Yummy

So, he's one of those gents

With good bizness cents

And quarters, half's and dollars

Ding, dong, ain't it swell

They just delivered the liberty bell

How sad all those Philadelphians will be

I'll get half of what he owns

To keep up with Mrs. L. B. Jones

And if he keeps making fancy passes

I'll start holding evening classes

I'll give him sugar and molasses

And the life, I live, I'll live luxuriously

From those late and evening classes

That sugar and molasses

Those fine and fancy passes at me

My honey, yeah