So hard to make money So easy to spend Fly by night lover Fairweather friend And it's dragging me down Until I'm punching the floor I got fifty six dollars I need forty four more Can't get no whiskey Or strings for guitar No money no petrol No petrol no car Now all these possessions You ask what are they for? I got forty six dollars I need fifty four more Oh mother oh father Both died in their sleep But the testament told me All the things I could keep I take of a mongrel And what it leaves on the floor I've got thirty six dollars I need sixty four more Gonna pawn my old guitar Sell my liver and teeth Donate my body to science More like comic relief And then I could declare Just like never before I got one hundred dollars I need one thousand more