"Money for Nothing" - Dire Straits at Wembley '85 (video)

Lyrics (no, not those lyrics)

Now look at that yo-yo, that's the way you do it
You pray and fuss and, oh, praise be.
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and men are free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya that girl ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on her little finger
Maybe get a blister on her thumb

We gotta install freeze-dried religion
Custom preacher deliveries
We gotta bless these refrigerators
We gotta bless these colour TV's

See the little faggot with the anteater as a toupee
Yeah buddy that's plastic hair
That little preacher got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's a millionaire

We gotta install freeze-dried religion
Custom preacher deliveries
We gotta bless these refrigerators
We gotta bless these colour TV's

I shoulda learned to be a preacher
I shoulda learned to shoot those guns
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
At least her hair ain't in a bun
And she's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Bangin' on the Bible like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your men for free

We gotta install freeze-dried religion
Custom preacher deliveries
We gotta bless these refrigerators
We gotta bless these colour TV's, Lord

Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You pray and fuss and, oh, praise be
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your men are free
Money for nothin' and men are free


Note:  with all the respect to Kim Davis she deserves