With a lousy, little grand he'd pay off everyone he owed   Drive the fleet-side, take the stake-bed, cafe handlebars   My brushed chrome   Wrap his ring around my finger with a tire iron   There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man   I love him      Now stop going 'round with those sleazy little pigeons   Hanging from a slack wire, but sweet my little dove   Looking for a good time, a bite to eat,   And strutting 'round on those pigeon feet   There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man   I love him, I love him      I hear them coming for the bottles in the late night/early morn   I never even read the paper 'cause they took it from my door   And I hardly took the trash out, now they're coming back for more   Oh, there's too much money in the world   There's too much money in the world   There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man   I love him, I love him, I love him