Dire StraitsMoney For Nothing (Live)

Yeah, would you look at them yo-yos Thats the way you do it, You play your guitar on the MTV That ain't 'a workin', Thats the way we do it Get your Money for nothing And your chicks for free Yeah that ain't workin' Thats the way you do it Let me tell you, them guys They aint so dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb We got to install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery We gotta move these, refrigorators We got to move these colour TV's See that little faggot Got his ear-ring got his make up on, Let me tell you buddy that's his real hair That little mother-fuckers got his own get airplane Little "mother-trucker" he's a millionaire We got to install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery We gotta move these, refrigorators We got to move these colour TV's I shuda learned, for to play on that 'a G-tar I shuda learned to go play them drums Look at that ma-ma got it stickin' in the camera Yes oh yes oh yes oh yes we could have some And who's up there? What's that? Hawian noises? He's banging on them bongos like a chimpanze Oh that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothing Get your chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery We gotta move these, refrigorators We got to move these colour TV's Yeah look at them yo-yos Thats the way you do it, You play your guitar on the MTV That ain't 'a workin', Thats the way you do it Get your Money for nothing And your chicks for free Yeah you get your money for nothing And your chicks for free..... (Repeated with add lib i.e. 'Yeah the chicks are all for free')
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