<b>money makes millionaires</b> by <i>Ernst Jansz</i><br />I've been in all those places
I guess I've seen them all
In every shabby small town hall
I've seen the gazing faces

I know them well, them fancy guys
The cream of city bars
A diamond ring, a big cigar
A cheap thrill in the eyes

Money
Money makes millionaires
Oh money
Money makes millionaires
But honey
I sing the song

The echo of a crowd’s hurray
Succes is a sweet parfume
The flowers in the dressin' room
May bloom another day

I danced in dazzling limelight
With champions and queens
I wrapped my hand in diamond rings
It wouldn't light my nights

Money
Money makes millionaires
Oh money
Money makes millionaires
But honey
I sing the song

I sang a sentimental tune
It would sell a million
But standing by the windowsill
A boy cried for the moon

When on Bonanza Boulevard
The golden lights are down
Maybe you will stay around
And smoke this last cigar

The echo of a crowd’s hurray
Succes is a sweet parfume
The flowers in the dressin' room
May bloom another day

Money
Money makes millionaires
Oh money
Money makes millionaires
But honey
I sing the song

Oh money
Money makes millionaires
Oh money
Money makes millionaires
But honey
I sing the song

(ERNST JANSZ)
1998 Basta