Nickel Plated Man

Nickel Plated Man
 With a lousy, little grand he'd pay off everyone he owed
 Drive the fleet-side; take the stake-bed; cafe handlebars
 My brushed chrome
 Wrap his ring around my finger with a tire iron
 There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man
 I love him
 Now stop going 'round with those sleazy little pigeons
 Hanging from a slack wire, but sweet my little dove
 Looking for a good time, a bite to eat,
 And strutting 'round on those pigeon feet
 There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man
 I love him
 I hear them coming for the bottles in the late night/early morn
 I never even read the paper 'cause they took it from my door
 And I hardly took the trash out, now they're coming back for more
 Oh, there's too much money in the world
 There's too much money in the world
 There's too much money in the world for my Nickel Plated Man
 I love him, I love him, I love him