Adam Ant - Made Of Money

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni



You think that I'm amde of money

You've got something coming honey

This ain't no land of milk and honey

My accountant thinks that's funny



Instead of trying to use your brains

You sit round and suck my veins

Your kind of rat belongs in drains

You're gonna get around



You like all those big fancy cars

Trendy people and their wine bars

But your lying will leave its scars

Get around, get on your horse



You think that I'm made of reddies

That makes me choke on my Shreddies

I may smile and act so sunny

But this boy is not your dummy



Marriages are made in heaven

So what the hell happened to mine?