There's an old sayin' that's been all around
I heard it before I could walk
How some's got health and some's got wealth
Others money, marbles and chalk.
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won't spend
And my marbles won't roll
And my chalk won't write anymore.
While you were near I was happy and gay
Your presence made me feel so proud
But you left me for another one day
Now I feel alone in a crowd.
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won't spend
And my marbles won't roll
And my chalk won't write anymore.
(You know folks, money is a funny thing, isn't it?
Just like marbles, it rolls both ways; to you and from you
Strange isn't it? how all your friends will pass you by
When you haven't got a dime; When you got money, hah!
There isn't enough chalk in the world to write down
The names of all of your so-called fair-weather friends
Many of us have been up and down many times
And our friends keep rolling back and forth
Just like a handful of marbles on a teeter-totter
And my chalk won't write anymore.)
Money, marbles and chalk is all right
For misers who love only gold
But give me a chance to save our romance
For I love you with all of my soul.
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won't spend
And my marbles won't roll
And my chalk won't write anymore.
I got money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart
But I still feel like I am poor
'Cause my money won't spend
And my marbles won't roll
And my chalk won't write anymore.
