Easy Money (edit) - King Crimson

Your admirers in the street

Got to hoot and stamp their feet

In the heat from your physique

As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers

And I thought my heart would break

When you doubled up the stake

With your fingers all a-shake

You could never tell a winner from a snake

Easy money

With your figure and your face

Strutting out at every race

Throw a glass around the place

Show the colour of your crimson suspenders

We could take the money home

Sit around the family throne

My old dog could chew his bone

For two weeks we could appease the Almighty

Easy money

Your admirers in the street

Got to hoot and stamp their feet

In the heat from your physique

As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers

Got no truck with the la-di-da

Keep my bread in an old fruit jar

Drive you out in a motor-car

Getting fat on your lucky star

Just making easy money