If You Got The Money Acoustic

{capo: 3}
{tuning: Standard (EADGBE)}
{section: Intro}
[G]  [Am]  [C]  [D]

If you've got the mo[G]ney
I think it would be fun[Am]ny-oh-oh-oh
To ta[C]ke your girl, spend a b[D]it of your cash for m[G]e

'Cause then she might be ha[G]ppy
No longer lone[Am]ly-oh-oh-oh
An' I could t[C]ake her out the next day [D]for pretty much fre[G]e

{An' all the boys they go
Da-dee-d[G]oo-da-da-dee-da-doo-dah
Da-dom-[Am]dom-de-de-dom-dom
Dom[C]-da-dee-doo-da-da-dom[D]   } x 2

I spend l[G]ate nights trying to pick up love
Off the floor, wh[Am]ere the other brothers leave it be
Though it's stuck d[C]own hard it's like chewing gum
While a girl on[D] the floor singing R.I.P.
'Cause the s[G]ong birds don't do singing on pavements
[Am]No sweet melody the sound of spit
[C]Spat, or bit, spoke of lost hopes
So [D]do what you're told man choke on it

(Its pretty much the same throughout!)

We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high, thinking of the girl lost second
Check the odds, was it worth the cost?

Do you give a toss?
Or are you, looking away?
Wondering why you can't eat?
Why you never sleep?
Drunk all the time?
Cold in the heat?
What you sow man is what you reap

If you've got the money
I think it would be funny-oh-oh-oh
To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me

'Cause then she might be happy
No longer lonely-oh-oh-oh
An' I could take her out the next day for pretty much free

You were always meant to walk out that job
You keep stopping
Should tell your girl more often
That loving is all about doors unlocking
Now you're certain ‘nuff near a man free
With a buddy holly hiccup on a karaoke
Tweedle on the needle, man you adjust the thread
Great granddaddy fought in Gallipoli
The only of his friends not shot down dead

Lovers all talk in the spits and tongues
Fight in the playground
Bully each other
Double dare kids that pollute their lungs
Threaten with the rep of their big boy brother
Some of us stay, want to run away
Momma still wants you home for supper
Work all day, little to no pay
Dance up-town right down to the gutter

With ya dee-dom dom-dee
Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee
So move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee
Move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee
Move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee

If you've got the m[G]oney