Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash LP Version - The Clovers

I was walking down the main track

One night

I met a fine chick

She was built just right

She stopped when I flashed my roll

I told her she could have all of my dough

She turned around and with a frown

She said this ain't no circus

And I don't need a clown

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

And there ain't no need in your hangin' around

Just to make a hit with that chick

I tried to get a Cadillac right quick

The man at the place he looked so strange

I had 900 bucks and some change

We disagreed

I tried to plead

Well he said I ain't a chicken

And I don't need your feed

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Baby you're crawling way past your speed

I was walkin' into town in my white bucks

A man with a gun he said hands up

I tried to get away but too slow

He got me and took all of my dough

I heard him shout

As he cut out

Well you ain't lost nothin'

What you cryin' about

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

And he took my watch and I passed out

I woke up in the arms of a big cop

Police station

Next stop

Judge swung his fist down

Plunk plunk

$20 fine cause you're drunk

Pick up the dough

And you can go

All I had was a buffalo

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash

But I'm sure gonna get me some more