Your Cash Ain't Nothin' but Trash-Steve Miller Band

Your cash ain't nothing but trash (Take 1). Here we go. Yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy, But I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now who's had more trouble, trials and tribulations. One, two, three, hey Yeah It's alright Look here I was walking down the main track One night I met a fine chick She was built just right She stopped when I flashed my roll I told her she could have all of my dough She turned around and with a frown She said this ain't no circus And I don't need a clown [Chorus] Your cash ain't nothin' but trash [Repeat: x3] And there ain't no need in your hangin' around Just to make a hit with that chick I tried to get a Cadillac right quick The man at the place he looked so strange I had 900 bucks and some change We disagreed I tried to plead Well, he said I ain't a chicken And I don't need your feed [Chorus] Well, baby you're crawling way past your speed I was walkin' into town in my white bucks A man with a gun, he said hands up I tried to get away but too slow He got me and took all of my dough I heard him shout As he cut out Well you ain't lost nothin' What you cryin' about [Chorus] And he took my watch and I passed out I woke up in the arms of a big cop Police station Next stop Judge swung his fist down Plunk plunk $20 fine cause you're drunk Pick up the dough And you can go All I had was a buffalo [Chorus] But I'm sure gonna get me some more