Roy Harper

^D Nobody�s g ^A ot any ^G money in the Sum ^D mer,
^D Oh dear me, What a terrible drag ^A
D I couldn�t ^A get v ^G ery much nummer t ^D han in Summer
^Bb Beseeching The Rent Ma ^A n
^Bb To Be Soft as he can ^A
Dm Cos I�ve got a little money coming when I sell ^A my M.B.E

All the folkie student population wearing rucksacks
Taking my meal ticket over the seas
Half the blasted idiots are stuck in Yugoslavia
With hardly a Dina
And looking no cleaner
Than a Chinese wrestler�s jockstrap cooked in chip fat on a greasy day
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Think What money can do for my tummy
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Think my tummy can do for my mind
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Think What a man can do for the world
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For the Stars and infinity

Has anybody got any money for the strummer?
I won�t need much in my parasol shade
But I could have used a million quid a year ago last summer
To grace the Bahamas (With Al Stewart)
In see through pyjamas (With Al Stewart)
But never mind, I�m worth two buns, a sherbet and a liquorish root


Nobody�s got any money in the summer
Oh dear me, Stoned out my head in the park I�d say
But nobody needs any money in the summer
Except of course for scoring
On a sunny day