With a lousy, little grand he'd pay off everyone he owed

Drive the fleet-side; take the stake-bed; cafe handlebars

My brushed chrome

Wrap his ring around my finger with a tire iron

There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man

I love him



Now stop going 'round with those sleazy little pigeons

Hanging from a slack wire, but sweet my little dove

Looking for a good time, a bite to eat,

And strutting 'round on those pigeon feet

There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man

I love him



I hear them coming for the bottles in the late night/early morn

I never even read the paper 'cause they took it from my door

And I hardly took the trash out, now they're coming back for more

Oh, there's too much money in the world

There's too much money in the world

There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man

I love him, I love him, I love him