We're just down the street, just a mile or soAnd there's a young woman who's grown rather oldShe's got a story to tell, a tall tale for youShe's been around the block one time or twoShe said, hey, don't give it awayHey, don't give it awayYou've got to make that money, baby, don't you give it awayWe're just down the road, just a mile or threeAnd there's an old man who's grown rather oldHe's got some advice and a smoke for youHe's been hard livin' since 1942He said, hey, don't give it awayHey, don't give it awayYou've got to make that money, baby, don't you give it awayHey, don't give it awaySo walk tall and hold your head up highDon't let anybody push you asideJust be you and don't listen to what they sayAnd baby, don't you give it awayAnd baby, don't you give it awayHey, don't give it awayHey, don't give it awayYou've got to make that money, baby, don't you give it awayDon't give it awayBetter give it to yourselfYou've got to make that moneyCold hard cashPut it in your pocketDon't let it see youDon't let it see you