By: jimmy buffett and mac mcanally
(whistling)
Now i'm not talking 'bout excessive greed
The kind that puzzled the scribes and pharisees
I don't worship it like a golden calf
But change in my pocket is always good for a laugh
Seen it brighten up the eyes of a child
It even makes the dalai lama smile
It's no relation to the meaning of life
It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife
A little spending money
Money to burn
Money that you did not necessarily earn
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny
Long as you got a little spending money
I got no financial conscience
Can't worry where it went
A lasting treasure a moment of pleasure
Worth in every cent
Coin or paper, silver or gold
All denominations nouveaux or old
Can't have a turkey without oyster dressing
It's the root of all evil the sum of your blessings
Don't need no armored car or time-locked vault
Don't need a shaker full, just a few grains of salt
You may get by looking good and being funny
But life's a little less restrained with a little
Spending money
Money to burn
Money that you did not necessarily earn
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny
Long as you got a little spending money
Long as you got a little spending money
Oh give me some spending money