Your admirers on the street   Gotta 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 at the stake   With your fingers all a-shake   You could never tell a winner from a snake      But you always make   Easy money      With your figure and your face   Strutting out at every race   Throw a glass around the place   Show the color of your crimson suspenders      We would 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 on the street   Gotta 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