Song For A Dollar

Peddle them on the street
You turned out any old thing to sing
'Cause you got to have something to eat
But how many steaks can you chew, boy?
How many cars can you drive?
And how many Moon-in-June tap tunes
Can you write before you’re a lie?
You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler
Louder than the squalor he comes from
Well, you sang your songs for the nations
That’ve been heard around the Earth
You ain’t got no moral
Money is only worth
But how many suits can you wear, boy?
And how many homes can you own?
How many rhymes with dimes limes
Can you turn up before you’re grown?
You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler
Louder than the squalor he comes from
For 32 full seasons, you’ve been playing the game
Part of plan you flim-flam man, get some fortune and fame
But how many times can you lie, boy?
How many games can you play?
Before you get down to TCB
And say what you gotta say
You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler
Louder than the squalor he comes from
Now, you hope it’s being written, long before you’re dead
By autonomous anonymous, guys who think you’re red
But how many do you strive for
Leaving the money express
Till it gets clear that there is no fear
When the man is fully undressed
You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler
Louder than the squalor he comes from