Got any readies, got any cash,

got any folding green moolah to flash?

Tenners or twenties, dip in your stash,

show the spondulicks and make a big splash.

 

Out with your buddies, out on the town

out with the loons for your weekly meltdown;

bottle or draft, top shelf at the Crown,

stay till the moon and the stars all go down.

 

Got any money, got any dough,

got any bread left to take in a show?

Something that’s funny, nothing too slow,

maybe some music played fortissimo.

 

Are you still loaded, are you still flush

are you still raring to go shake your tush

down the Locarno? It’s pretty plush;

that’s what you’re wearing? You’re making me blush.

 

Tell me you’re wealthy, tell me you’ve shares

earning you income, don’t give yourself airs,

long as you’re healthy nobody cares;

you’ll still be welcome, no covetous glares.

 

Got plenty coinage, got plenty dosh,

got plenty scratch, are your coffers awash?

Get out and blow it, give me no tosh,

there isn’t a catch, just spend bish-bash-bosh.