Roy Harper - You Don't Need Money lyrics

Nobody's got any money in the Summer Oh dear me, what a terrible drag I couldn't get very much numb-er than in Summer Beseeching the rent-man To be soft as he can 'Cos I've got a little money coming when I sell my MBE All the folkie student population wearing rucksacks Taking my meal ticket over the seas And half the blasted idiots are stuck in Yugoslavia With hardly a Dinar And looking no cleaner Than a Chinese wrestler's jock-strap Cooked in chip fat On a greasy day And think what money could do for my tummy And think what my tummy could do for my mind And think what my mind could do for the world For the stars and infinity Has anybody got any money for this strummer? I won't need much in the parasol shade But I could have used a million quid a year ago last Summer To grace the Bahamas In see-through pyjamas But never mind I'm worth two buns, a sherbet And a liquorice root Oh rooty-toot-toot Nobody's got any money in the Summer Oh dear me, and if I was stoned out of my mind in the park I'd say That nobody needs any money in the Summer Except, of course, for scoring On a sunny day