I don't have
Much money
Is there nothing else
We could talk about
I once loved you
My dearest honey
It’s there as a clue, to why
You went out on walkabout
I'd rather it be sunny
Than always raining down
This filthy lucre; it’s not funny
How she keeps us falling out
Still, as long as you’ve
Spit your dummy
There sure ain't nothing
Else we can talk about