She wants a man with lots of money   Not a poor boy   He buys her things she calls him honey   She calls me poor boy   What good could it do   To give a love pure and true   When any fool could understand   She thinks that money makes the man      She wants a man with lots of money   Not a poor boy   She wants the things she'll buy with money   Not a poor boy   A man with money,man with money, man with money      Just down the street   I know a place   When they're asleep   I'll cover my face   I'll break the lock, open the door   I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store      Then I'll be a man with lots of money   Not a poor boy   I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey   Not a poor boy   A man with money, man with money, man with money, man with money