Nothing for Nothing

Well, I tried to be a good boy
No mugger or a thief
And I tried to play the cards right
But had no aces up my sleeve
No money in my pocket
Just guitar picks and flies
Should have got myself a regular job
Should have listened to my Ma's advice

Dinners on sliver plates
Ladies eating After Eights
Sipping them umbrella drinks
Visas and Master Cards
Have money, will travel far
Man, this poverty stinks

Nothing for nothing
No high society delivery
Nothing
Everything is nothing
And nothing comes free

Bars and cheap hotel rooms
Seem to be my only friends
I've tried to keep on top of things
Still, I can't recall her name
Well, the nightlife ain't no good life
Well, I rarely go to bed
Unless it's with a woman
Who can get this poor boy fed

Puffing them fat cigars
Eating Russian caviar
In places that won't let me in
Holes in my shoes
Fistful of blues
It feels like I just can't win

Nothing for nothing
No high society delivery
Nothing
Everything is nothing
And nothing comes free

Nothing for nothing
No uptown property
Said, nothing, nothing can stop me
Sell your house
And give the money to me

Sell your house
And give me all your money
I've got bills that needs to be paid
Spare the change
And sling it to my, honey
You don't need it anyway

Johnny with the silver suit
Dealin', making all that loot
God knows why he's rich
Lady with the classy clothes
Powdering her runny nose
Ain't life a... bitch

Nothing for nothing
No high society delivery
Nothing
Everything is nothing
And nothing comes free

Nothing for nothing
No uptown property
Said, nothing, nothing can stop me
Sell your house
And give all the money to me

Nothing for nothing
Oh, no
Don't you know
That it's nothing for nothing
Oh, no, no, nothing

Nothing for nothing
And chicks for free, ha, ha, ha!
Nothing