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With a lousy, little grand he'd pay off everyone he owed Drive the fleet-side; take the stake-bed; cafe handlebars My brushed chrome Wrap his ring around my finger with a tire iron There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man I love him Now stop going 'round with those sleazy little pigeons Hanging from a slack wire, but sweet my little dove Looking for a good time, a bite to eat, And strutting 'round on those pigeon feet There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man I love him I hear them coming for the bottles in the late night/early morn I never even read the paper 'cause they took it from my door And I hardly took the trash out, now they're coming back for more Oh, there's too much money in the world There's too much money in the world There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man I love him, I love him, I love him From Letras Mania