Stooges - ATM lyrics

I pulled up at the A.T.M. I pulled up at the A.T.M. My, what a rich fool I am I spit it out and I tell the truth I spit it out and I tell the truth Money is simply the root Don't bullsh** the bullsh**ter Don't bullsh** the bullsh**ter It takes gold to live like a king It takes gold to live like a king In the midnight hour baby When the truth comes down I don't need no doctor Hangin' around Can I get a whiff now? Can I come on strong? Every tricky rock star Just rubs me wrong Hey! The leaders of rock don't rock The leaders of rock don't rock This bothers me quite a lot You get old and you need it more You get old and you need it more It's pullin' your a** off the floor I hang out at the A.T.M. I hang out at the A.T.M. The Stooges fight poverty in secret The Stooges fight poverty in secret The Stooges fight poverty in secret Can I get a whiff now baby? Can I come on strong? Every tricky dickhead Has got it wrong Woo!