Miss Broadway Songtext

Music: Albert WeymanLyrics: Evelyne LentonWell I'm gonna get a job cause I need the breadBut somehow 1 know it's gonna affect my headWanna buy fine dresses and fancy carSo I better go out looking for my lucky star.Money buys, money buysHey Miss Broadway you're walking up and downYou got caught in the next by the undergroundFor fame and fortune you gave your body awayAnd you were forced into action the next dayHey Miss Broadway, hey Miss BroadwayHey Miss Broadway, hey Miss BroadwayMoney buys, money buysBut your ticket for a square yard in the sunBuy your right of living far from a gunWatch out 'cause if you make a wrong dealYou'll see how it feelsYou may miss out on your next mealMoney buys, money buysHum I like it, hum I like it, ...The gambler won't get out before he's lost it allThe junkee always knows where to callHey Miss Broadway is your lover's money cleanYou know what I mean?Where is the connection with the underground scelSo so so soMoney buys, money buysHey Miss Broadway, hey Miss Broadway ...