Supremes: Fancy passes

Money isn't everythingAs anyone who's richIt can buy pain and miseryOr griefThough money isn't everythingI have a pauper's itchSo though I crave a braveYesI'll take the chief!He bought me a catSiamese, imagine thatHe keeps makingFancy passes at meAll those fine and fancy passesOh joy, now I've gotSixty feet of brand new yachtHe keeps makingFancy passes at meAll those fine and fancy passesHe owns New York or SpainBut I don't know whichHe got fat in Uptown ManhattanPoor Cinderella's got her a fella who's richEvery penny, he's worth a plentyHe owns United AirlinesThat as well?He owns receding hairlinesOh, well!He's not so hipOr smart as a whipBut healthy, wise and wealthyHe bought me a summer placeSomewhere out in outer spaceHe keeps makingFancy passes at meWhat a man you've got, DianeDid he buy you a mink?Mmmm..Passion pinkAnd a Cadi too?Mmmm, Baby blueYou're speaking of?My baby love!Your Romeo?My Daddy Dough!I love him a lotHow much has he got?He's got a plot of groundHe found over oilOh, my how chic we areHe bought New JerseySo he could call me his girlOh, man, a feat we are!Chocolate excites my tummyOohHe bought me a firm called YummySoHe's one of those gentsWith good bizness centsAnd quarters, half's and dollarsDing, dong, ain't it swellThey just delivered the liberty bellHow sad all those Philadelphians will beI'll get half of what he ownsTo keep up with Mrs. L. B. JonesAnd if he keeps making fancy passesI'll start holding evening classesI'll give him sugar and molassesAnd the life, I liveI'll live luxuriouslyFrom those late and evening classesThat sugar and molassesThose fine and fancy passes at meOooweeeMy honeyYeah!