Money, money, money, money   Sticky, sticky, sticky honey   Man lands on Mars   Man rips off his broken parts      And you're gone, and you're gone   Now you wanna get it on   And you won't, and you won't   Why you wanna do me wrong?      [Incomprehensible]      Woman, woman, woman, woman   You gotta let go your swollen tongue   Pleading, pleading, pleading with a man   Gave him birth to Aphrodite's son      And you're gone, and you're gone   Now you wanna get it on   And you won't, and you won't   Why you wanna do me wrong?      And you're gone, and you're gone   Why you wanna get it on?   And you won't, no, you won't   Why you wanna do me wrong?      You got the best damn blues that I've ever seen   And I'm swimming like a shooting star across the galaxy   You got the best damn blues      And you're gone, and you're gone   Now you wanna get it on   And you won't, no, you won't   Why you wanna do me wrong?      And you're gone, and you're gone   Oh, you wanna get it on   Get, get, get it on, get, get, get it on