His head's a rock He hears his body clock Tick - tock - tick - tock… But, mind you! He has another panic too: he can't say "I like you", because he's too busy counting all the money on a string. With or without it, he's nothing - sad but true: to him it's everything. He looks the way he writes: like an angry terrier that bites whenever cash comes in his sight. Man, I wish you pleasant nights! PS: ladies, never forget - "WORSHIP THE CORVETTE!"