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Well, if you got a Cadillac, boy,And a forty room shack, boy.A bucket full of money,And a tree full of honey.But if you gettin' no huggin',No smoochin', or a muggin'.Well, if you ain't lovin',Then you ain't livin'.Well, if you're ridin' on the gravy train,Instead of walkin' down lovers lane.You can't make hay, boy;You're goin' the wrong way, boy.You gotta get a little honey,For it's better than money.Well, if you ain't lovin',Then you ain't livin'.Well, if they call you a big, big man,'Cause you got a lot of bottom land.If you're kin to the president,And if you help run the government.But if you get no attention,SongtexteYou better off on a pension.For if you ain't lovin',Then you ain't livin'.Well, if you got a string of long, long cars,And you're smokin' them four-bit cigars.Well, you ain't so well to do,Unless you get a little coochy-coo.It takes a little of smackin',Or your life is a lackin'.Well, if you ain't lovin',Then you ain't livin'... Aus Songtexte Mania