Fancy Passes Songtext
von Diana Ross & The Supremes
Fancy Passes Songtext
Money isn′t everything
As 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
He owns receding hairlines
He′s not so hip
Or smart as a whip
But healthy, wise and wealthy
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 fine and fancy passes
Late and evening classes
Fine and fancy passes at me
Oooweee
Money honey
As 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
He owns receding hairlines
He′s not so hip
Or smart as a whip
But healthy, wise and wealthy
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 fine and fancy passes
Late and evening classes
Fine and fancy passes at me
Oooweee
Money honey
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