Money Man Lyrics

This song goes out to all those money men

He drives around in a fancy car
Smokes those long Cuban cigars
He don′t know how to play guitar and he can't sing
Still the pretty girls think he′s a star, ow

We play music, got families to feed
Ain't good with numbers and he knows we can't read
If we earn a dollar, you know he gets three
It ain′t hard to figure out, it′s simple as can be

Don't ask me, ask the money man

These boys are livin′ in a fantasy land
I just keep 'em on the road so they can pay the money man
I′ll be long gone before they understand
My promises are strong like rope made out of sand

I wanna be your money man
My mortgage is picked up by the man
I wanna be your money man
The boys? Oh, they're sleepin′ out in the van

Don't ask me, ask the money man

You boys are livin' in fantasy land
You sign the dotted line, I′m takin′ all I can
Your money's lookin′ good in my retirement plan
That's just the way it is when you′re playin' in the band

That′s my money man down on his knees
He ain't prayin', but he damn sure oughta be
He′s in a place where money doesn′t grow on trees
And all his prison buddies do is more than shoot the breeze

How does it feel, no money man?
Not too good
What did you do with my money, man?
Well I, uh, well I, you know, uh, just, uh
How does it feel to be a hunted man?
Are you sure that you're still a man?

Ah, you′re dressed up like a little girl
Just shootin' the breeze
Down on your knees
Money man
Oh, money man
I guess you got caught, money man