BIG FAT MONEY
MUSIC AND LYRICS BY ANTHONY NEWLEY

He gets up as the sun goes down
Hung over from the night before
Pulls on a tux worth a thousand bucks
And walks onto the cafe floor
Moves kinda funny as he’s singing his song
A tad too much of the sauce
He must get ripped to work the strip
They cleaned it up but you can fall asleep there
Give it back to the mob
At least they robbed you with a little pizazz

You don’t look much like Lady Luck to me, Las Vegas
Painted mouth full of broken dreams
and your kiss is stale like the air in a pool room
Listen for a heart and all you hear the beat of an old live band
But I still go on and sing my song every time my rent is due
‘cause your fat money keeps pullin’ me back to you

Halfway through and he’s wailin’ good
When suddenly he’s coming down
Sweating the booze from his head to his shoes
Sober as a graveyard hound
Some high roller sitting down in the front
Wants to sing a song of his own
With the blue-haired chicks with the sunburned lips
and the diamond rings on their little fat fingers
Yes, life’s a gas when you’re a big Las Vegas cabaret star

Oh, you don’t look much like Lady Luck to me, Las Vegas
Painted mouth full of broken dreams
and your kiss is stale like the air in a pool room
Listen to the chimes of the nickels and dimes
As the only clock in town
But I still go on and sing my song when baby needs new shoes
‘cause your fat money keeps pullin’ me back to you

He’s got an hour before the next show
He wonders if it’s all a dream
Little old ladies with Dixie cups
Pulling on the fruit machines
He buys some affection from a girl at the bar
Strictly a business affair
It’s all so hip along the strip
They cleaned it up, but you can still make friends there
But he’s telling himself, yes he’s selling himself just like the girl in his arms

You don’t look much like Lady Luck to me, Las Vegas
Painted mouth full of broken dreams
and your breath is still like the air in a pool room
Sold your soul any time at all for a pile of dollar chips
I’ll swallow my pride with the whisky inside
As I work your old saloons
‘cause your fat money keeps pullin’ me back to you

Your fat money, your fat money, oooo
But I still go on and sing my song when my alimony’s due
‘cause your fat money keeps pullin’ me back to you