Songtext Your cash ain't nothin' but trash Steve Miller

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Spoken: your cash aint nothing but trash (take 1). here we go. yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy, but Im gonna whip a cat on you right now whos had more
Ble, trials and tribulations.

One, two, three, hey
Yeah
Its alright
Look here

I was walking down the main track
One night
I met a fine chick
She was built just right

She stopped when I flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough

She turned around and with a frown
She said this aint no circus
And I dont need a clown

Your cash aint nothin but trash
Your cash aint nothin but trash
Your cash aint nothin but trash
And there aint no need in your hangin around

Just to make a hit with that chick
I tried to get a cadillac right quick
The man at the place he looked so strange
I had 900 bucks and some change

We disagreed
I tried to plead
Well, he said I aint a chicken
And I dont need your feed

Your cash aint nothin but trash
Your cash aint nothin but trash
Your cash aint nothin but trash
Well, baby youre crawling way past your speed

I was walkin into town in my white bucks
A man with a gun, he said hands up
I tried to get away but too slow
He got me and took all of my dough

I heard him shout
As he cut out
Well you aint lost nothin
What you cryin about

Your cash aint nothin but trash
Your cash aint nothin but trash
Your cash aint nothin but trash
And he took my watch and I passed out

I woke up in the arms of a big cop
Police station
Next stop
Judge swung his fist down
Plunk plunk

$20 fine cause youre drunk
Pick up the dough
And you can go
All I had was a buffalo

Your cash aint nothin but trash
Your cash aint nothin but trash
Your cash aint nothin but trash
But Im sure gonna get me some more