I'm not lonely
Got no money
Said the busman, "Something smells"
And I can tell he's phony
Mom and pop, cut a check
Spend it all, call again
Sittin' here, counting dimes
Got a sense, simple times
Hope I got my letter in the mail
I wrote it to myself sometime last April
I hope I got my letter in the mail
I wrote it to myself sometime last April
Hit a spliff, kill the lights
See the stars, coming up
Gonna quit another day
Maybe when I got to pay
Time to be a better lover
I can't tell she's phony
I'm not lonely
Got no money
I'm not lonely
Just want money