Dire Straits Lyrics

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Money For Nothing (Live) Lyrics

Yeah, would you look at them yo-yos

Thats the way you do it,

You play your guitar on the MTV

That ain't 'a workin', Thats the way we do it

Get your Money for nothing

And your chicks for free

Yeah that ain't workin'

Thats the way you do it

Let me tell you, them guys

They aint so dumb

Maybe get a blister on your little finger

Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We got to install microwave ovens

Custom kitchen delivery

We gotta move these, refrigorators

We got to move these colour TV's

See that little faggot

Got his ear-ring got his make up on,

Let me tell you buddy that's his real hair

That little mother-fuckers got his own get airplane

Little "mother-trucker" he's a millionaire

We got to install microwave ovens

Custom kitchen delivery

We gotta move these, refrigorators

We got to move these colour TV's

I shuda learned, for to play on that 'a G-tar

I shuda learned to go play them drums

Look at that ma-ma got it stickin' in the camera

Yes oh yes oh yes oh yes we could have some

And who's up there? What's that?

Hawian noises?

He's banging on them bongos like a chimpanze

Oh that ain't workin' that's the way you do it

Get your money for nothing

Get your chicks for free

We got to install microwave ovens

Custom kitchen delivery

We gotta move these, refrigorators

We got to move these colour TV's

Yeah look at them yo-yos

Thats the way you do it,

You play your guitar on the MTV

That ain't 'a workin', Thats the way you do it

Get your Money for nothing

And your chicks for free

Yeah you get your money for nothing

And your chicks for free.....

(Repeated with add lib i.e. 'Yeah the chicks are all for free')