Cliff Richard
It’s Only Money
When you shake the hand of friendship
You begin to understand
Why there's nothing like the touch of a friendly hand
Once you've had a cup of kindness
Once somebody touches you
You'll appreciate there ain't no better brew
'Cause at its best, the rest of life
Is no more than a game
The rules may sometimes differ
But the name remains the same
It's only money, it won't make the grass grow
It's only money, it won't make the wind blow
It's only money, it won't make the sunshine
It's only money, it won't make you feel fine
It's only bread, don't let it go to your head
See a man of wealth and power
Notice how his stomach churns
Look a little closer, see the way his ulcer burns
Look at all the lonely people
Makes you wonder where it's at
No one knows their names or where they hang their hats
Ah, it's just a race, all traces of humanity are lost
And no one's making changes
'Cause they're too scared of the cost
It's only money, it won't make the grass grow
It's only money, it won't make the wind blow
It's only money, it won't make the sunshine
It's only money, it won't make you feel fine
It's only bread, don't let it go to your head
No, oh no, no
Money, money, it won't make the grass grow
It's only money, it won't make the wind blow
It's only money, it won't make the sunshine
It's only money, it won't make you feel fine
It's only bread, don't let it go to your head