Текст песни Money Burns a Hole In My Pocket - Dean Martin

Money burns a hole in my pocket
How I wish I had millions of dollars
And nothing to do but just buy
Pretty presents for you

Money burns a hole in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas
To keep me supplied with money
While I sit by your side

Every day of the week
We would visit the store
All the beautiful things you see
Would soon be yours

'Cause money burns a hole in my pocket
So I'm bringing you perfume, and candy, and roses of red
And wishing they were diamonds instead

Every day of the week
We kinda visit the store
All the beautiful things you see
Would soon be yours

Money burns a hole in my pocket
So I'm bringing you perfume, and candy, and roses of red
And wishing they were diamonds instead