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 there 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