Well, if you got a Cadillac, boy And a forty room shack, boy A bucket full of money And a tree full of honey. But if you gettin' no huggin' No smoochin' or a muggin' Well, if you ain't lovin' Then you ain't livin'. Well, if you're ridin' on the gravy train Instead of walkin' down lovers lane You can't make hay, boy You're goin' the wrong way, boy. You gotta get a little honey For it's better than money Well, if you ain't lovin' Then you ain't livin'. [Instrumental] Well, if they call you a big big man 'Cause you got a lot of bottom land If you're kin to the president And if you help run the government. But if you get no attention You better off on a pension For if you ain't lovin' Then you ain't livin'. Well, if you got a string of long long cars And you're smokin' them four-bit cigars Well, you ain't so well to do Unless you get a little coochy coo. It takes a little of smackin' Or your life is a lackin' Well, if you ain't lovin' Then you ain't livin'...