verse 1 

Dm 
Sitting on a million, sitting on it everyday 
Dm 
Can't make no money giving your stuff away 
              Gm                              Dm 
Why don't you do right, like the millionaires do 
         A                                     Dm 
Put your stuff on the market and make a million too 


verse 2 

Dm 
Fay's a betting woman, she bets on every hand 
Dm 
She's a tricky mother for you, everywhere she lands 
              Gm                            Dm 
Why don't you do now, like the millionaires do 
         A                                     Dm 
Put your stuff on the market and make a million too 


verse 3 

Dm 
May's a good looking frail, she lives down by the jail 
Dm 
On the back though she got hot stuff for sale 
              Gm                            Dm 
Why don't you do now, like the millionaires do 
         A                                     Dm 
Put your stuff on the market and make a million too 


verse 4 

Dm 
Sitting on a million, sitting on it everyday 
Dm 
can't make no money giving your stuff away 
              Gm                            Dm 
Why don't you do now, like the millionaires do 
         A                                     Dm 
Put your stuff on the market and make a million too 
         A                                     Dm 
Put your stuff on the market and make a million too