With a lousy, little grand he'd pay off everyone he owednDrive the fleet-side, take the stake-bed, cafe handlebarsnMy brushed chromenWrap his ring around my finger with a tire ironnThere's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated MannI love himnnNow stop going 'round with those sleazy little pigeonsnHanging from a slack wire, but sweet my little dovenLooking for a good time, a bite to eat,nAnd strutting 'round on those pigeon feetnThere's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated MannI love him, I love himnnI hear them coming for the bottles in the late night/early mornnI never even read the paper 'cause they took it from my doornAnd I hardly took the trash out, now they're coming back for morenOh, there's too much money in the worldnThere's too much money in the worldnThere's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated MannI love him, I love him, I love him