It's difficult, it's very tough   I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough   To sit within a fragrant breeze   All among the nodding trees   That hang heavy with the stuff      He threw his arms around my neck   Brushed the tear from my cheek   And held my soft white hand   He was an understanding man   And he did not even barely hardly speak      Easy money   Rain it down on the wife and the kids   Rain it down on the house where we live   Rain until you got nothing left to give   And rain that ever loving stuff down on me      All the things for which my heart yearns   Gives joy in diminishing returns   Kissed me on mouth   His hands they headed south   And my cheek, it burned      Money, man, it is a bitch   The poor, they spoil it for the rich   With my face pressed in the clover   I wondered when this would be over   And at home we are all so guilty sad      Easy money   Pour it down the open drain   Pour it all through my veins   Pour it down, yeah, let it rain   And pour that ever loving stuff down on me      Now, I'm sitting pretty down on the bank   Life shuffles past at a low interest rate   In the money colored meadows   And all the interesting shadows   They leap up, then dissipate      Easy money   Easy money   Easy money   Rain it down on the wife and the kids   Rain it down on the house where we live   Rain it down until you got nothing left to give   And rain that ever loving stuff down on me      Easy money   Easy money   Easy money   ...