I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new carI see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new carI know you couldn't buy it sitting on your caviarNow your bracelets, your furs and that Paris labelThey're laying right there, laying on the tableThey'll come, hop, skip, and jumping as long as you're ableGo get me some money baby, and lay it on the table