I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY
(Words: Robert Lamm / Music: Terry Kath)
Chicago


I don't want your money,
It don't mean a thing;
I don't need no fancy clothes,
Or a diamond ring.
I don't have to ride in style,
In your limosine.
I don't want no trouble,
No tax or Uncle Sam,
All I want is you...
I wanna be your natural man.

I don't want no prestige,
'Cause I got my pride;
I don't want your social standing,
I'd rather stand outside,
I don't have no time to worry,
'Bout your greedy jive.
I don't want your money,
I don't like that game.
All I want is you...
I want to be your natural man.



(Contributed by George Smith - February 2004)