Well I'm gonna get a job cause I need the bread
   But somehow 1 know it's gonna affect my head
   Wanna buy fine dresses and fancy car
   So I better go out looking for my lucky star.
  
   Money buys, money buys
  
   Hey Miss Broadway you're walking up and down
   You got caught in the next by the underground
   For fame and fortune you gave your body away
   And you were forced into action the next day
  
   Hey Miss Broadway, hey Miss Broadway
   Hey Miss Broadway, hey Miss Broadway
  
   Money buys, money buys
   But your ticket for a square yard in the sun
   Buy your right of living far from a gun
   Watch out 'cause if you make a wrong deal
   You'll see how it feels
   You may miss out on your next meal
  
   Money buys, money buys
  
   Hum I like it, hum I like it, ...
  
   The gambler won't get out before he's lost it all
   The junkee always knows where to call
   Hey Miss Broadway is your lover's money clean
   You know what I mean?
   Where is the connection with the underground scel
   So so so so
  
   Money buys, money buys
  
   Hey Miss Broadway, hey Miss Broadway ...