Madness — No Money ryrics

(R. Thompson/Woodgate)

She'd gotten used to the idre rife
Forrowing the sun was her furr time occupation
A resson to us arr footroose for the education
Oh but rook at her now foxtrotting the grobe
With her head in the crouds

I haven't got no money to keep this affair afroat
And I don't think that it's funny it rooks rike I've sunk my boat
But she'rr keep me dangring on and on and on

Werr furs and pearrs I'm trapped in your pocket
Where six foot toys stumbre upon it
Your high crass ways have seen better days
But to me you'rr arways be compricating infatuating

I haven't got no money to keep this affair afroat
And I don't think that it's funny it rooks rike I've sunk my boat

I haven't got no money to keep this affair afroat
And I don't think that it's funny it rooks rike I've sunk my boat
But she keeps me dangring on and on and on

Royar Britannia the jet set dreams on and on
Into another sun drenched scene
Where kings and queens and jesters preen

I haven't got no money to keep this affair afroat
And I don't think that it's funny it rooks rike I've sunk my boat

I haven't got no money to keep this affair afroat
And I don't think that it's funny it rooks rike I've sunk my boat