Well I'm gonna get a job cause I need the bread
But somehow I know it's gonna affect my head
Wanna buy fine dresses and a fancy car
So I better go out looking for my lucky star
Money buys, money buys
Hey Miss Broadway you're walking up and down
You got caught in the nest by the underground
For fame and fortune you gave your body away
And you were forced into action the next day
Hey Miss Broadway, hey Miss Broadway
Hey Miss Broadway, hey Miss Broadway
Money buys, money buys
Buy your ticket for a square yard in the sun
Buy your right of living far from a gun
Watch out 'cause if you make a wrong deal you'll see how it feels
You may miss out on your next meal
Money buys, money buys
A-hoe I like it, a-hoe I like it, a-hoe I like it, a-hoe I like it ....
The gambler won't get out before he's lost it all
The junkie always knows where to call
Hey Miss Broadway is your lover's money clean
You know what I mean?
Where is his connection with the underground scene
So so so money buys, money buys
Hey Miss Broadway, hey Miss Broadway
Hey Miss Broadway, hey Miss Broadway