Everyday I Think Of Money — Stereophonics

I drive a truck, it carries money And everyday, I dream up my fantasies Yesterday I bought my beach house A little place just off the coast of France

Everyday, I think of money Everyday, I think of running

I love my truck, I love my family Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me Could tie my right hand man, and put him some Then I'd ditch the truck and I'd buy a new face

Everyday, I think of money Everyday, I think of some way

Can't buy you a love, can't give you a soul Can pick you up, can down you low Can drag you out of the hole That you dug yourself, out of, again

Sat in a truck, it carries convicts My hands are bound, to the seat by hand-cuffs Tomorrow I'll maybe walk around the yard Or paint in my cell and hate imprisonment

Everyday, I think of money Everyday, I miss my family