We're just down the street, just a mile or so
And there's a young woman who's grown rather old
She's got a story to tell, a tall tale for you
She's been around the block one time or two
She said, hey, don't give it away
Hey, don't give it away
You've got to make that money, baby, don't you give it away
We're just down the road, just a mile or three
And there's an old man who's grown rather old
He's got some advice and a smoke for you
He's been hard livin' since 1942
He said, hey, don't give it away
Hey, don't give it away
You've got to make that money, baby, don't you give it away
Hey, don't give it away
So walk tall and hold your head up high
Don't let anybody push you aside
Just be you and don't listen to what they say
And baby, don't you give it away
And baby, don't you give it away
Hey, don't give it away
Hey, don't give it away
You've got to make that money, baby, don't you give it away
Don't give it away
Better give it to yourself
You've got to make that money
Cold hard cash
Put it in your pocket
Don't let it see you
Don't let it see you