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Moneytalks - AC/DC

Moneytalks

AC/DC


Lyrics:
Tailored suits, chauffeured cars,
fine hotels and big cigars.
Up for grabs, all for a price
where the red hot girls
keep on dancin' through the night.

The claim is on you.
The sights are on me.
So what d’you do?
That's guaranteed.
Hey, little girl, you want it all,
the furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall.

Come on, come on, lovin' for the money.
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk.
Come on, come on, lovin' for the money.
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk.
A French maid, foreign chef,
a big house, with king-size bed.
You’ve had enough, you ship 'em out.
The dollar’s up, down, you’d better buy the pound.

The claim is on you.
The sights are on me.
So what d’you do?
That's guaranteed.
Hey, little girl, you break the laws,
you hustle, you deal, you steal from us all.

Come on, come on, lovin' for the money.
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk.
Come on, come on, lovin' for the money.
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk.
Moneytalks.
Money talks, B.S. walks.
Money talks, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, lovin' for the money.
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk.
Come on, come on, lovin' for the money.
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk.

Come on, come on, lovin' for the money.
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk.
Come on, come on, lovin' for the money.
Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk.
Moneytalks.
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Letra:
Trajes a medida, coches con chófer,
buenos hoteles y grandes cigarros.
Todo disponible por un precio
donde las chicas ardientes
se pasan bailando toda la noche.

El reclamo lo realizas tú.
Las miradas están puestas en mí.
Entonces, ¿qué haces?
Está garantizado.

Oye, muchachita, lo quieres todo,
las pieles, los diamantes, el cuadro en la pared.

Vamos, vamos, amor al dinero.
Vamos, vamos, admira el poder del dinero.
Vamos, vamos, amor al dinero.
Vamos, vamos, admira el poder del dinero.

Una doncella francesa, chef extranjero,
una casa grande con cama de matrimonio.
Te has hartado, los despides.
El dólar sube y baja, más te valdría comprar libras.

El reclamo lo realizas tú.
Las miradas están puestas en mí.
Entonces, ¿qué haces?
Está garantizado.

Oye, muchachita, violas las leyes,
te prostituyes, trapicheas, nos robas a todos.

Vamos, vamos, amor al dinero.
Vamos, vamos, admira el poder del dinero.
Vamos, vamos, amor al dinero.
Vamos, vamos, admira el poder del dinero.

El dinero es poder.

El dinero es poder y lo demás son tonterías.
El dinero es poder, vamos, vamos.

Vamos, vamos, amor al dinero.
Vamos, vamos, admira el poder del dinero.
Vamos, vamos, amor al dinero.
Vamos, vamos, admira el poder del dinero.

Vamos, vamos, amor al dinero.
Vamos, vamos, admira el poder del dinero.
Vamos, vamos, amor al dinero.
Vamos, vamos, admira el poder del dinero.


El dinero es poder.

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