作词 : Fripp, Palmer-James, Wetton
Your admirers in the street
Got to hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
Well I argued with the judge
But the bastard wouldn't budge
Cause they caught me licking fudge
And they never told me once 'you were a minor
Easy money
With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place
Show the colour of your crimson suspenders
We could take the money home
Sit around the family throne
My old dog could chew his bone
For two weeks we could appease the Almighty
Easy money