(Fripp/Wetton/Palmer-James)
Your admirers on the street
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet

In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers


And I thought my heart would break
When you doubled up at the stake
With your fingers all a-shake

You could never tell a winner from a snake
but you always make money


Easy money

With your figure and your face

Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place
Show the colour of your crimson suspenders


We would take the money home
Sit around the family throne

My old dog could chew his bone
For two weeks we could appease the Almighty


Easy money

Got no truck with the la-di-da

Keep my bread in an old fruit jar
Drive you out in a motor-car
Getting fat on your lucky star just making


Easy money