You Don't Need Money

[D]Nobody’s g[A]ot any[G] money in the Sum[D]mer,

[D]Oh dear me, What a terrible drag[A]

[D]I couldn’t[A] get v[G]ery much nummer t[D]han in Summer

[Bb]Beseeching The Rent Ma[A]n

[Bb]To Be Soft as he can  [A]
[Dm]Cos  I’ve got a little money coming when I sell [A]my M.B.E

All the folkie student population wearing rucksacks

Taking my meal ticket over the seas

Half the blasted idiots are stuck in Yugoslavia

With hardly a Dina

And looking no cleaner

Than a Chinese wrestler’s jockstrap cooked in chip fat on a greasy day

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Think What money can do for my tummy

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Think my tummy can do for my mind

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Think What a man can do for the world

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For the Stars and infinity

Has anybody got any money for the strummer?

I won’t need much in my parasol shade

But I could have used  a million quid a year ago last summer

To grace the Bahamas                    (With Al Stewart)

In see through pyjamas                  (With Al Stewart)

But never mind, I’m worth two buns, a sherbet and a liquorish root

Nobody’s got any money in the summer

Oh dear me, Stoned out my head in the park I’d say

But nobody needs any money in the summer

Except of course for storing