Tom: G G It's Friday night, baby, get ready, set, go G Gonna take you to the Krystal and a picture show C Well, the sky's the limit, there's no price too high C Baby, you're the apple of my eye C Got my paycheck in my pocket and some gas in the tank G Honey, your love's better than money in the bank G I wish I had a bass boat and a Z-28 G But I guess that stuff'll have to wait C 'Cause I'm saving on a washer and a wedding ring C I want this love to be a lasting thing C Right at the top, that's where you rank G Honey, your love's better than money in the bank D C G Oh, oh, you make me feel like a million bucks D C D Oh, oh, I oughta drive you around in an armored truck G Late last night, I had a crazy dream G I met a man who invented a money machine C He said: "I know things are tight and times are tough," C But he'd give me the machine if I'd give you up C I just looked him in the eye and I said: "No thanks." G Honey, your love's better than money in the bank G Honey, your love's better than money in the bank