I need some money to open doors I won't bend over or lick your paws You got me red, I'll get me black My tar town checks come bouncin' back He wears my suit to make a good impression He didn't come here for no mad concession Don't rip me off 'Cause I'm a Blue chip [Long hair] Gilted [Weirdo] Carte blanche, bona fide 18 carat man of means My joint account goes up in smoke Your drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' coke Man, he's gonna be a star Stick with him babe and you'll go far I've said so baby, what you want of me I'm already signed up to NSB They're alright Yeah, yeah, yeah They're alright Yeah, yeah, yeah They're alright Yeah, yeah, yeah They're alright Yeah, yeah, yeah You laughed at me when I was down You thought our Harry would devalue the pound Worn out with you, yeah and I saw red You're holding my hand, but you shake my head You're alright Yeah, yeah, yeah You're alright Yeah, yeah, yeah You're alright Yeah, yeah, yeah You're alright Yeah, yeah, yeah
